The Shape of Water

The shape of water seems to be whatever it pleases Such as the needles of rain caught in gravity when a cloud releases during a storm It has no definite form, it conforms to that in which it finds itself And it finds itself within many vessels, many things Such as us, the human beings The birds that sing A cold drink on the rocks, with ice cubes that gleam Cups of coffee, extra cream Babbling streams and mighty oceans that crash and roar Upon sandy shores And leave tidal pools Elegant pitchers that tilt and pour And ever-shifting stains upon kitchen floors A smorgasbord if you will And more