At Blackwater Pond
the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened? ↗
I don't really like being emotional. Public displays of emotion, I don't really do that sort of stuff. I don't know why. I would like to be the type that doesn't worry about that. ↗