wet

essential essence, life depends on God – 

The flood, the drought, the moisture in the air

some storms will find me thinking that i’m flawed  

whose rain will fall and wash me into prayer.

we’re white, like noise, alive without detail – 

evaporation, one of water’s states 

but when the rainboots and umbrella fail

we crystallize, then I can feel the weight. 

and when I sleep, the life within me rests,

Dissociatively or by my choice 

I drift across my ocean in protest 

Unconsciously I listen to the voice :

‘you cannot sail forever in your sea 

too close to God, to death, and to eternity’