Water Draws Near

Water Draws Near The rush of a wave in the ocean, the babble of a creek, the stillness in a pond and warm wet cords of relief in the shower, water draws near. It’s the Living Water that took me here today, to tell you all I wish I could have said back then. To tell you how many of our moments I recall in the car, Kathryn with Catherine. Treasures made of Gold. As the water draws near rain frozen to snow thawed for in time of dew. It speaks to me in its muffling rushing way, in its silence in the still cool refreshment. Water draws near my face, I think of you it washes over me when I swim, engulfing the entirety of my skin. There I stand as the spray hits my face in the wind, I can hear you calling. Much is my same voice, two we were but single as one in the Living Water. As water draws near, I try to catch it in my hands but it pools and swirls, falling over the side’s dashes to the ground, me next in humble stance. I speak your name, you look back and wonderful water draws near I see you there floating on a cloud, water drawn around you, you smile and say my name back, I tilt my head back and there it is, the water draws near. Ernestine Dianetti 2022