`one drop` poets united #12 water

I

surge

during streams of

existence. I must sustain

this fluid touch, clear ecstasy and

balance to hydrate. Our senses come to

relief with a single drop released from sources,

past idiosyncrasies, lost forever without this contact.

essential and vital moves through the tributary in the air

depending on flows of oxygen. Swimming in the orbit of

space. Seeping in deep creases of saturated drips on

mountainous rocks lined with coolness over its

face. Its flow remains liquid on the

path of necessity for

life-water