What I know about water

For MWG

H20 since
Genesis eternally
knows the
way to go
fluid and
colourless
sometimes quick
other times slow
often reflective the
frozen version
less dense than the
flowing or the
lake like a
mirror or
river channelling and
whether
cloudburst or
lake
river or
salt sea
condensation
evaporation
irrigation
precipitation
potentially refreshing for
me and for
flower and plant
pebble and mole and
tree
sunlight
reflecting and
thereby luminous
blue or brown or
grey or green
numinous
deep here but
there shallow
freshwater
thirst quenching
ebbing and flowing
subterraneous mysterious
streaming weak
today and
drowning in
flash floods
tomorrow or
bathing
cleansing
showering
laundry-washing and
August afloat on
buoyant play
centre and
I’m 60% made of
it and this
I know and
more to
earth’s core
for sure
about water

SRM

Sunset fleet

Gathering at harbour
towards evening
the heat of the day
still intense
a chattering assembly
clambered up the plank
to the scrubbed deck all
grateful for breeze
at that altitude
even before the little
ship set sail

Tihana, Alessandro, Goran,
Mauro, Sara, Luka, Maria,
Javier, Assunta, Stefano,
Mia, Gio

talk was inconsequential
of yesterday, today, tomorrow
of weather, wine and water
of this wondrous fleet and
of who, what, why and where and
had I been in an olive grove
instead of aboard I’d
have thought of cicadas
until homeward reflection
on sunset dolphins leaping
sounded like silently
thankful prayer

SRM

Where the pot’s not

The uses of not

Thirty spokes
meet in the hub.
Where the wheel isn’t
is where it’s useful.

Hollowed out,
clay makes a pot.
Where the pot’s not
is where it’s useful.

Cut doors and windows
to make a room.
Where the room isn’t,
there’s room for you.

So the profit in what is
is in the use of what isn’t.

Lao Tzu

Ecology, economics, gender, politics, poverty, religion, sexuality. Walls keep getting in the way. So, wearily, we return to same old, same old, same old. Cycling round the same old certainties. And the pot’s become more important than the life it’s made to contain.

In the melting pot of our early 21st century societal debate it strikes me as absolutely true that

Where the pot’s not is where it’s useful. 

When and where we’re hollowed out we learn to hold water.