Into the Wet
the voice of many waters lost in he cleft of dark green hills
the breast of the world and the life giving waters
the headlands thrust into the maelstrom, into the turbulent sea
and walk inevitably toward it
just to see what’s there
but you can see it
buy you can’t see you there
and somehow, you want to.
there are too many stones to throw at this beach
half submerge
fully realized
Tags: poetry, water, poem, April, National Poetry Month, wet, free verse
