When I think of water
I think of tribal drums,
I think of my heart's thud,
its beating in rhythm.
When I think of water
I think of the word primordial,
of a great womb
filled with liquid possibility.
When I think of water
I think of the moon.
I think about how she pulls the tides of the ocean,
and with them she pulls my own body.
She calls my tides, and my blood and water ebb and flow in response, in union with the beat of my heart and the turning of the earth.
