Originally published February 20, 2016.
Everything on earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
bit, the petal fell
until the only flower was the falling.
Water is different,
has no direction but beauty,
runs through all dreams of color,
takes bright lessons
from the rock
and in those occupations works out
the unbroken duties of the foam.
Water by Pablo Neruda
Water by Helen Grimaud – A simply amazing album.
Pour yourself a cup of coffee or tea.
Stare out the window.