dowsing/we find our way in 5 colors (odysseus)

 

. . . so from water does the soul. 

           – Heraclitus/fragment 68

 

she says:

the sea/the sea —

my-truest-ocean/crowned

 

regina

the-Iodined-Pacific-Blue —

no other salted water smells so life enthralling.

 

he says:

the pond/the pond —

a tablespoon of my bone chips still inhabits

 

the water-verge

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-

 

who-sits-between-

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.