Shape of Water
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liquid water has no shape of its own
in a cup, it's a cup
in a spoon it's a spoon
but it ripples with delight when prodded
or gets tickled with a drop or drip.
the wind caresses it into waves
sustainable till dashed on shore
with splash and spray, bubbles and foam,
drawn back to amorphous ooze
content to remained constrained
and contained, happily within
But water vapor has shape
puffed into clouds aloft
aloof in the sky
and wispy steam wafts, fluffs and spirals in air
like waving gossamer threads
and of course there is snow and ice
which have shapes of their own.
touch them and you know it's water in pain
wanting in agony to be
shapeless
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2021
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