I am the water,
turbulent,
unharnessed;
this wildness
is both what intrigues you
to me,
and what
makes me
challenging
to
navigate.
You have to feel me to understand my rhythm—
I do not run by any ordinary compass.
No,
my compass crosses planes
and dimensions.
I am unpredictable, yet constant;
firm, but flexible.
I lean in and adapt
to the shapes
and forms
around me.
I can mold,
and I can soak in.
I can dry up, evaporate—
yet still fall overhead again.
that allows
you,
us,
to float.
If you don’t
see,
I
am
the container
of wonder,
play,
and bewilderment.
I am the depths
of what is beneath
the surface,
yet clear
as the sun
in the overwash
of day.
I am the water—this is why you love me.
But you cannot tame me.
I will forever be wild,
and will forever need to be
allowed the freedom
to be wild—
with that,
I need your support.
To hold me.
To wrap around me.
And to let me flow in and out
of my wild states
of deep calm and solitude
and quiet
to my fierce fits of ravage
and wildness
and rage.
I need the solitude of you,
with me, not against me.
Then I will share
my gems of the world
with you too.
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