Water Water Everywhere
Let the sky open up
It has been two years since leaving our bucolic little village
A village skirting the Chesapeake Bay
Home of yesteryear
Tonight as the sky bursts like a ripe watermelon
And seeds of rain scatter
My thoughts return to this little village
Dotted with wharves
Evening Fishermen in expectancy
Children climbing clouds on the seat of a swing.
Such a privilege to KNOW the mystery of the WATER.