Sonnet For Mother's Day To My Wife and Daughters

(Written about 2005, as a sonnet, but I cannot recall why I used 13 rather than 14 syllables per line. Maybe Petrachan? Forgive me if it fails the sonnet test.) For My Wife and Daughters: STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS eighty percent water in me wants unity here oscillating in bones, gurgling words in my bloodstream, verging on vigorous waterways, my own river converging dreams, I take our daughters to park and stream few, if any, waterfowl and fauna peek at us now tiny tributaries of separation bring dirt now, even in spring, the waters are still running low no flowers or flora frolic between sky and earth we inhabit deltas of exuberance, then the freeze … shallows of calm showed my girls sunfish, pebbles galore abounding like diamonds in my land of jealousies now, as streams in the world begin to slow, run shallow I am one in the God of all, born of Africa my daughters’ bloodstreams murmur songs of America