Barges being lifted by tidewater;
one drop in the eye as on a petal;
the shining drops forming fast company
to become the fear that raises bridges!
Swirling in a stone drain the perfect
metaphor for merriment! - plumbing
the secrets of a nation's usage, out
to its deeper diaries in the sea.
Water that is the thrift of birds! For it
has greater wings yet, and its mandate is
life itself: both in the primordial
then, through to the proliferate now!
But on the driest hill a proof was set:
the thirstiest man found comfort in God.