a history of water

over centuries, what water implies,
taken straight from the source.

you are in town on a mission.
I am parting dark clouds with your hair.

in reading writing, a table of infinite size.
all words simultaneous.

you are in town on a mission.
I am barking out orders at chairs.

you are in town on a mission.
I am seeking the cold from my bones.

the river is bent at the waist.
it pinches, there, just at the grain.

you are in town on a mission.
I am the space between messages sent.

the newspaper rails inconsistencies.
not even the clothesline is clear.

you are in town on a mission.
I have lost path for the brush.

you are in town on a mission.
I am dreaming up rain to rid dust.

this is the soundtrack of a life,
made of the movement of water.

you are in town on a mission.
I am not so extended as overexposed.

you are in town on a mission.
I am absorbed in the perils of touch.