The Water Goddess
By Frank Watson
The water spoke to me,
Source of countless silent springs;
A goddess rose from the clear depths,
Made of smoothly gushing currents, lucid and liquid,
And formed into the image of a woman.
“I have gathered the uncontrollable
From this murky bottom, with sounds
To soothe the rusty pumps inside your soul.
You must now construct something new,
Made of the cold and moisture,
Before you drown into a senselessness
That no one can see.”
I sat on a mossy rock covered in green
That jutted from the shallow shore
Of peacefully rippling waters.
The image I saw melted into the pond
And all was quiet, as before.
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