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.