MOISTURE = LIFE

         " MOISTURE = LIFE "            TIM WILLIAMS        1ST MARCH 2015

A DROP OF WARM MOISTURE RUNS DOWN
BETWEEN TWO PEBBLES,
PEBBLES THAT ARE COVERED IN A DAMP MOSS
WARMED BY THE SUN'S RAYS ON THE BIRTHPLACE,
THE BEGINNING, THE START OF LIFE,
THE VERY SOURCE OF ALL THINGS BORN

A DROP OF WARM MOISTURE RUNS DOWN
MY CHEEK AND DRIPS ONTO HER CLEAVAGE
GLISTENING THERE IN THE SUNLIGHT
A WARM TEAR, A TEAR OF HOPE AND JOY,
A SINGULAR TEAR, DRYING NOW EVAPORATING 
 LIKE THE OBSTICLE THAT CAUSED IT TO BE SHED 

A DROP OF WARM MOISTURE RUNS DOWN
THE UMBRELLA AND IS CAUGHT IN HER HAND,
HELD THERE, WARM SUMMER RAIN HELD IN HER PALM,
LAUGHING SHE FLICKS IT INTO MY SMILING FACE
WE RUN FOR THE TAXI I HAVE HAILED AND
CLAMBER IN CALLING A DESTINATION TO IT'S DRIVER

A DROP OF WARM MOISTURE RUNS DOWN
MY BACK A DRIP FROM THE SHOWER HEAD
SUSPENDED ABOVE MY NAKED BODY,
NOW ACCOMPANIED BY THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS
OF OTHER DROPS AS SHE REACHES IN AND TURNS UP
THE SHOWER, I REALISE, SHE IS THE MOISTURE THAT WATERS ME

SHE GIVES ME LIFE ITSELF, AS MOISTURE = LIFE.