dowsing/we find our way in 5 colors (odysseus)
. . . so from water does the soul.
– Heraclitus/fragment 68
the sea/the sea —
no other salted water smells so life enthralling.
the pond/the pond —
a tablespoon of my bone chips still inhabits
where minnows spawn —
& waterflow reflects the sun/a-Pale-Pellucid-Gold.
(yet in his absent heart the reef off isla santa barbara waits.)
she could say:
the lake/the lake — the young man/
his step-dad/drifting in a-small-wooden-boat —
drinking beer/catching catfish in the-
Haunt-Black ozark shadows.
the contented/lucent child-
them — kaleidoscopes
Gold-Violet in the dip of sun.
(yet she’s seen too many waterbodies made waste&spoil.)
he could say:
take me home to salty-water.
&/so — she will.
this Ruby-colored water-glass turns water into
wine or whatever one might wish:
your finest streaming ocean/endless salty reach.
dowsing/we find our way in 5 colors