The water is ankle deep.
I see my feet.
I see my whole reflection -
with feet exception.
When rising,
the water takes the image in.
First, the limbs,
then, the genitals.
The body, and the head.
With hair like a nimbus.
You are in, when surface deep,
and then - then you are heavily out.
(sedated, and tranquil)
When summits are achieved,
suspended in midair,
like points of no return,
and water starts back home,
if home be acknowledged, -
there is no one on the warm,
and wet and welcome sand.
But a pair of your feet.
So, plant another pair.
Start another vessel,
ankle deep.
(grumble grumble)
4 мая 2017 г.
The Water
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2017
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