Water
published in The Orchards Poetry Journal
Immersed in water, I’m transparent.
When a water strider skates
across my dimpled skin, it makes
me ticklish, almost incoherent.
When Jesus walks across me like the wind,
I barely notice until he says, Be still.
Then I know he’s God, and so strong willed
that when he says, Be wine—my head just spins.
When I turn to ice, my thoughts congeal,
and I can see that they amount to nothing,
compared to what I come to know
when I dissolve in water’s flow.
Evaporated, I am next to nothing,
as close to who I am as I can be.
