Water Poem
When I was three, my parents took me to
Saranac Lake of the Adirondack Mountains.
Just as they were sitting down to dinner
They looked around to realize I was gone. They found me
toddled, on short legs down to the shore, Playing in the gentle
lap of rocking waves. They tell me it was downhill from there.
I prefer to think of it as downstream.
My first kiss happened in the rain
Under a streetlight, light playing in the raindrops
More beautiful crossing her face than any rain I'd ever seen before.
What's the word for rain falling across the face of your beloved?
The first boy who ever broke my heart left me by the ocean
We had gone on a vacation to the beach in the wintertime with
The hope that it would be quiet and uncrowded. We wanted to get away
From it all. Turns out he wanted to get away from me and the ocean
Too much undertow all ‘round
I met the fifth great love of my life
Skinny dipping in a river
Or rather, they were clothed and I was
Vulnerable. I felt the pull and I knew the current was coming
Before it swept me away
Into their arms.
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