Water.
Vital for life,
Yet full of danger.
Many uses.
To live, entertain, cleanse.
And we are so obsessed.

Perhaps it’s due
to the everyday drown.
Take a dive
into a weightless world.
Fully immersed,
Surrounded by the weight.
The inescapable drown.
Believe in safety,
Then drown again.
A constant drown.
A constant weight.
Sinking deeper,
Until there is no other option
But to drown.

Reach the air after.
A mirage,
An illusion.
Just to distract
From yet another drown.

On the surface,
All seems calm.
It begins
As a wave.
On a beach.
A land divided
Between the safe
And the unknown.
It is beautiful,
Carefree.
Interacting, changing,
Steadily increasing,
And breaking.
A healthy wave.
Full of beauty,
Yet the danger lies beneath.

The drown-
A silent struggle.

Raindrops fall,
Collect together.
An overflowing bucket.
The weight is too heavy.
Side view of bucket?
All is well.
Hidden inner buildup
Until the eventual spill
From the weight.

Rain gets heavier-
A blur.
Vision is lost.
Everything is lost.
But maybe,
Just maybe,
Hope remains.

The rain will slow
And continue its cycle.
It is to return,
But cleansing for now.
Carving the path,
Weathering the rock
That blocked.
Healing the dry grass.

A newness fills the air.
A new appreciation
For the times before the rain.
Life and vitality.
Water isn’t wrong-
Just has many uses.
Distrust in water?
A loss of hope.
But yet,
Water is always right.