The Persistent Consistence of Water by Amanda Eifert at Spillwords.com

The Persistent Consistence Of Water

The Persistent Consistence of Water

written by: Amanda Eifert

@mandibelle16

 

The words keep on dripping, the drops from a tap;

A problem, no plumber can seem to fix.

And drops gather close, become oceans of water.

And swimmers keep treading, doing laps through drops of water.

Drips and drops, no solutions and no answers.

Problems with solutions; problems never existed — solutions solve nothing.

But to mix-up a cocktail or solve some chemical equation.

There are no answers, if you’re terrible at math.

Or drink, until the solution means being drunk.

Keep drilling away, chiseling, at the stone edifice.

You know you’ll carve something,

Or perhaps, the water does the carving?

Deposits sediment and cuts through rocky banks.

Making rivers deep and wide,

Building-up, forming, layers of silt and rock,

Until a Canyon has formed; red-sand glow Arizona sky,

Grey rock interspersing, with shimmering crystal white.

Glimmering blue-santorini water flows through.

Perhaps, sometime a millennia ago?

Water made of drops of water,

Drip dripping from the sky through humanities history,

The weather of a million ‘dark’ and ‘stormy’ nights.

Oceans of droplets, oceans eroding rock in rivers,

With deltas and gorges; black and deep.

Deep deep the secrets these gorges do keep,

The water disappearing, chasing the blackness it seeks,

Drip dripping droplets and they fall down the window.

Where little children trace the drops with their tiny fingers.

And breathing in steamed windows,

See the O’s made by their precious little mouths.

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