2 August 2012
It comes in soft trickles Or great roaring tides Slipping through tiny holes Or crashing through streets
It tastes sweet and clear Or sharp and salty Like a cool drink Or a bad cook's meal
It feels warm and pleasant Or bone-numbingly cold Like a friends embrace Or winter's grip
It patters and splashes Or sweeps and drowns Like an autumn rain Or a spring flood
Water • Opuss № I