The water smokes in the cool dawn,
Burning with my desire, my longing,
It reaches out a lapping hand
A cold whisper caressing my toes.
The sand molds to my stark essence,
A million tiny memories joined,
I am standing on history
And didn’t even know it. Thinking,
I say to the water, Listen,
We are the same, you and I, really.
You flow with your secrets: promise.
I flow with my promise, secretly.
The water answers, shimmer words.
We smile at each other–private friends