Believing the water
Clear with no seafloor
Unchanging substance
Obliged to erode
Refracting reflecting
Drought seeping dry
Streaming in veins
That pulse with the season
Hidden and riddled
I don’t know the season
Under your eyebrow
Under your rib
Dripping and crashing
But not like a seashore
That moves for the moon
Preparing the tides
Feel the wet
Stand the cold
Drew me under
Shades uninvited
Exploring un-rhythm
By chanting the ancients
for stars that can’t sing
Indefinite color
Flowing down mountains
Or crushed on the jetty
Or caught in my hand
What picture books color
We stain it a memory
While sources concur
I had to believe
Your hue of the ocean
And river and tide pool
Afraid they tinge value
That I may not have seen
How does it look
When you look
At the water
Observing un-tinted
I don’t know if it’s real
Transparently absent
A dream-colored blue
