The Forms

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”