As so much as water can preserve and fire to hide Water when acting to decide, to melt the world and overrun the sea As can it be That fire wipes away what little remains of truth Water can Indeed keep against the lengths of time. But stay clear of too much water dear For as much as you fear the fire, you may faultier Would you rather burn or drown I think I have still yet to decide what better plight to descend from the sky Better yet to speak in tongues and wrap twisted knots inside my head To ask such silly questions that thus only beg more questions
This poem was inspired by a photo shoot in Central Park one day. I was sitting by a stream in a blue velvet dress, playing with the water. Check out my IG page to see the shot that inspired me. @jessica_stull_dancer