and with the fanciful
words of Joyce dancing
in my eyes and in my brain
only the sounds of
heartbeat and breathing
are left for attempting to keep myself sane
water inside and
water outside and
water that covers the earth
some made for swimming and
some made for drinking and
some made for drowning for all that I’m worth
silence that calls like
a lover at night
when I know there is no love around
water for drinking and
water for swimming and
water for washing up all who have drowned
