Saturday, October 3, 2015

Water Ways
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


I took form in this aqueous place, this place of 
tentative buoyancy,  in this life, decades ago, in 
other lives, perhaps, long since, in ways that I 
cannot understand but some part of me
recalls as belonging.

As a child, I meandered in brooks, turning over 
rocks for crayfish and salamanders, salamanders 
that still had gills, indicating that they were still 
young in the way that we are still young.

And, in the summers, I went to the beach, where 
waves taught me how to take hold and how to let go, 
and where I learned that I am ruled by the moon at 
least as much as the sun and other stars.

Have you ever noticed how the moon has chosen 
water to hold her reflection, only water?

I am not a fish, but I have looked into the eyes of fish, 
many. I am not a whale, but I have looked into the eyes 
of whales, a few, and each time I find myself there. Other 
orbs too. Like blue marbles that sparkle iridescent in the 
sunlight and in the gleaming of those who hold them 
between thumb and forefinger.

Have you ever noticed that when you walk up to a fountain 
with pennies in your pocket in a grand city or some out of 
the way little town that your heart beats differently than it 
did the moment before you stepped onto the bricks, or 
cobblestones, or asphalt that led you there?

Rain. A metal roof. That’s enough.

I have had relationships with puddles that are deeper than
with those who have called themselves family, some who
have called themselves friends.

You? When was the last time you jumped in one?

What was the point of this story?

It had something to do with water, how in water you can
drift back and away, and how despite – but I believe because of –
this drifting, this floating, this letting go of some proverbial
shoreline, you can come back from some place remembering
every thing, everything, that is essentially you.



©2015-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems" (a work in progress)
To be published by Talking Waters Press

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