Is the secret that

there are no words in water,

is that what it is?

How the water flows

as it tumbles over me,

speaks a true language

No earth and no stone

can take a waterfall's place

or shout its whisper

Mom once heard a speech

about how it's water that

relaxes us most

I miss my mother

in every crevice of life

and at the water

I wasn't sure if

I should come here again now

but there are reasons

God please please bless me

in my most private moments

to sense the water

Here in the desert

a waterfall hides and seeks:

We've found each other

Water and poems

don't have room for linear or

literal moves