(iii) water unseen

Water unseen beneath sands,
                untouchable sphere,
                yet strongly felt though nothing much
                moves −

there is life among lines
that are not yet fully grown,

lines flirting with images,
making my wealth being older,

a child holds no words yet
to cross the borders.

Water hidden as droplets of
time underneath grass −
nomore swimming in the pool,

yet these words I am writing
are sourced in those waters,
to reach out to you:
a child, playing, unknowing
of all the roads
to me who had lost game for life

Roots sprout from my heart,
                reaching for the child’s waters,
                who will survive time
                as long as we are one.

Finally, now we look and
laugh at each other from our own side
of the boundery, I exist now that
he no longer lies hidden –

(wyrd, the child stirs:
because she is still there, in many droplets,
I almost phoned my mother,
six years after she
                crossed her final  border
and left my time)