water is always more
than itself. here
where the eye of the mind
opens, if you allow it visions,
this eye will speak symbols
in meaning
that requires no translation
as bones know
this language
the head rejects
water, here
is force, fate,
unstoppable movement;
we will not name
it death, because
just as I know
dream language
I also know
nothing dies
really. matter returns
to earth
as we change substance–
we move
we cycle
as water cycles
in three states
we shift, too
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Do I detect a hint of transcendalism?
Perhaps. Things written in a parking lot, waiting for your daughter, could be anything at all 😉
Ah, yes. I thought of Emerson, too, who says nature, seen symbolically, holds wisdom.
Ah–thank you, Georgia.
Parking lot? I was assuming that you had been down at the creek again. Great writing, as usual Susan.
David–thank you. Talk about pulling the abstract from concrete surroundings 😉
Love it. The water thing reminds me of a nigerian proverb in pidgin
“water no get enemy”!
Thanks much! Another great proverb, Noel–I am starting to think there are proverb trees growing next to the avocado and mango. So much good fruit to sample!
water goddess!
Awww–thanks, Celestine! An element I love to write about–obviously…
So true… matter marches on, matter assembles into new shapes.
Thanks, Nelle–it does.
superb insight! a great contrasts!
THanks 😉