A Morning Moment

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

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