water's edge

i hang on the water's edge 

my eyes skim across the line

peering over into a reflection that seems very distant from my touch

I wander on the horizon which allows the liquid to touch the ground

always teetering on that precipice

is what lives below is as above 

or another world that looks back

what draws me to this pool that transforms from air to ice to chilling blue

that steals my soul and keeps you

my heart moves the waves across your face, the thumping earth drinking 

what mortal hands seem inadequate in your space

my roots invade your world, only extending a distance just out of reach of your true depth

I turn, I shake, I crumble ... but you, you stay calm, so tranquil

even when i dissolve into you I sift to the bottom

 

Reviews

[AustinDF]

Beautiful, the life of a tree, to me.