This Wild Water
What of this water, this reason, this rhyme
coursing every mind, our hands, our land;
that takes no shape yet changes for all time
waking to the wisdom for what is grand.
A symphony of atoms, pulses and flow -
the blood of rivers and world of oceans;
unlocks lofty language that we all know
to which we touch and pledge deep devotions.
The one thing one needs but cannot control
so primally part of our every day;
all life must bow to, while waves rise 'n roll
we wade in as we wash some sins away.
This water's wild power one tries to tame -
what forever force will we likely blame?
112 words Sonnet
10/15/2021
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