The sounds of water
The sound of water
from where it comes, to where it runs.
Heaving as it passes under the bridge.
Murmuring in the brook on the green.
Roaring as it falls down from the height.
Dripping in the underground reservoir.
Merry go around over the mill.
Silent in the azure coloured pond
in the middle of the old house
where the golden fish chase each other
Silent and stale in the shallow well
somewhere in Africa
where children stand patiently
under the scorching sun
buckets in hand to get their fill.
Silent and swollen in the rice fields of the northern regions
Drip drops hidden under my lashes
and the music of all waters
waiting to play when my patience