Sunday, October 16, 2011

water records

i take my contacts out. let them drop
into an old water glass

dusting its circle clean.
its satisfying

to take the day
off the eyes,

to see it floating in jobless water
thats casually leaving itself

to dry.
they say there's memory in water,

and when ripples widen, its wrinkles
are writing down

all the sounds we make. I'll take it soon
to the sink.

letting go, the sounds it keeps,
like water records

we'll both forget,

as it joins itself below the street-
and then the sea.

and the tide
gets high

laughing, yelling our quotes
to the moon.

I hear them too, from my opened window
microphone; only the nouns are verbs and

there is no room for why. but the moon
doesn't get it.

and neither do I, but we both smile
because the ocean is funny.


  1. the moon doesn't get it?

    fun and imaginative piece.
    love it.

    welcome back, thanks for sharing.

  2. ah, water never forgets where it came from and is always trying to get back there...nice writing

  3. Glad to see you in.

    Happy Holidays.

  4. agreeable statements.
    Thanks for sharing.
    lovely writing.