Water

Water, you low moaning wonder, 

be present in my preparation, 

help me be like your low moaning ever-presence, 

that I might appropriately noticed,

may be appropriately used,

and appropriately balancing.

This Breathy Moment

This world shows its seams, 

and I fear there may be no more answers.

When the sinew between all things seems flimsy,

come to me in whispers I might recognize.

As the old unravels,

and the new bulges with pregnant possibility,

it is in the here I rest.

In this breathy moment

where the next right question begins.