Looking at Water

When you wake in the middle of the night,
and you spill your glass of water:
do you ever ponder on how two gases,
could make something so wet?

Rain water, spattering your head,
as you try to open your umbrella.

When it wets your clothes,
water clings.
When you are bare,
you can wipe it off.

Intricate, intense, drop of water.
How many times, through countless Millenia
have you been reformed.

Water, water, everywhere,
but mostly inside us.

I went to look for water,
not calm or still, like pond or canal.
I found it,
a high lake, made choppy by a mountain wind.

Insidious water,
flowing down,
through any nook or cranny.
Trying to find the sea.

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