already, open
the water doesn’t ask
what this is
it carries
blue
widening
without needing a name
before you notice
your hands
already
open
what you held
not gone
just
moving
further than
you could follow
and softer
than you expected
the surface
doesn’t keep
it reflects
until even
the sky
lets go
of where it ends
the water doesn’t ask
still
it carries
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If you’ve been enjoying these quieter pieces, this is a gentle invitation to step a little closer.
Somewhere to pause for a while.
Step inside.
Something more from me?
Nothing truly leaves — it just changes how it stays.
All artwork courtesy of NDjin Gallery
One of the sayings I hold dear to my heart is “Be like water.” Water is soft and yielding, it will bend and form, carry and support. Over time it smoothes rough edges. Disrespect water and it will ravage, drown, deplete. Your poem reminds me of this.
Gorgeous. The powerful presence and the impermanence of water are seamlessly woven together here. Just like water does. Beautiful.