I guess
I’m too oldto stillsee you—
a split- second, flesh- colored
blur— in our leaf- choked, algae- clouded           pool:
my hands are gnarled & liver- spotted—
but now, under-     water, they look young again:
once againyour young mother’s hands,
strong enoughto just snatch you

Water as it Relates to Rock

The trick is to hold the breath and the tongue but not in the same hand, and without leaning in too far.

Papaavetam / Water People

I am not comparing myself to Creator; I am only saying I am made of water; I am only saying I flow to the sea.

A Father Encourages

came up for breath only once / came up to speak only once / came up herself only once,