Water World
Water World
I reach and turn a chrome spigot;
Then magic on magic transported am I
To a Polynesian waterfall
I am bathing, brushing long black hair,
singing Polynesian songs
At dawn……
Splash!
There is a child’s chortle, a joyous laugh
A yellow rubber duck, a wiggling wet babe
Where memories dwell…...
Splash!
I see warm white suds in a big metal pan,
My grandmother’s mottled hands,
She is singing hymns, “Just as I am…..”
Splash!
I see your face! The roar of the sea
Envelops me
A wild wave – then tears, and……
I turn the spigot
To reality.
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