water charm

Some mornings on waking: causeless joy.
I lay the body astonished the way
A clothespin might blush
When touched by wet cotton
Or by a slow sun through soft rain.

Mind opens like a child,
The day not yet measured
By means and ends.
These borderless limbs an open water
Home to itself
In the quiet of now.

In this first waking
A fountain of rain drops falls
In love with the sea.
Only water knows the movement of water.
Hush, don’t seek to understand.
Questions will come later.

Look, from a first trembling
A streak of stars sets sail
Surprising even the gods.
All that was frozen melts into
An invisible heart.

And Love is still what opens daily sluices.
A river of photons
Illuminates a tear-soaked face.
Drying linen dances itself
Into a singular song.

The miracle was not that Jesus walked on water
But that he walked at all.
We glimpse eternity and startle.
For joy does not need us and it is
Dawn and it is.

water charm | credit tlstrot | unsplash