You, water, were enfleshed by unsuspecting forms:
As a misshapen cactus, two-feet tall,
as a copper fur fox
roving across the canyon,
as sapphire blue dragonflies
dreaming of their lakebed.
You were deep and forgotten
and buried under the desert floor.
How did I know you were there at all?
Your secret presence
balmed the lips of an open cedar seed.
From my own body fell fat salty tears.
Inspired by P.K. Page “The Disguises”