1. When I am beside the water, I sink to the earth, to my knees in shell fragments and river stones, polished and smooth by the endless passing of water this way 2. and what troubles me dissolves and the jagged edges of my discontent soften 3. how many times will I kneel by the water to heal? 4. the unseen heron cries and reveals himself at last in the beating of great wings 5. and I rise, saved again by the clean air and the blesséd earth and the sweet clear water
©stephanie pepper, 2021
Water does calm and heal, doesn’t it?! (Except rain. I do not like rain. I know rain’s necessary, but I crave the sun.)