Water’s Way

it’s always water’s way
to insist
on the possibility of further
rest, in the down
down, following all previous
paths to under leaving
a sweeter love was never known
for gravity

until sun-kissed
baked to hissing transformed
into what will be borne
by air
tossled and recombined
past the whisp, the fluff, the anthropomorph
til heavy with the responsibility of kinship
it doesn’t fall so much
as insist its weight
yes?

so what of our poor way
with souls
vocal in arguing the ease of down
down, and cursed
with our misguided sure sense of direction
not so much an insist, as
why not
why not drift into the drown

until caught
quite found
and lifted, a back-arching heel-hanging loss
of control, complete
with a gift of perspective.
what silent wish is this answer to
and what mystery word
must i not say
to still the cycle
before i fall human
once more