Alter ego

                                 

I look for familiarity

TO clutch on to, like the soft toy

That manifests into security,

In a distancing world

Where I stand out, like a misfit.

The sea beckons

Shape shifting like only she could

Sometimes like the mist

And then like a tide

Further along, like a typhoon.

Her tiny form sliding on the blade of grass

In her transparent glory

Looking like a solitaire fit for a queen's earlobe.

Her force hitting the earth in Hale

Or like the ambient mist

Veiling the horizon.

Her grace gurgling along creeks

Her Rhythm, rattling on the rooftop

and slipping through the window pane.

She is agile, versatile

Contained in her container, or

Flowing with the current

Fleeting, filling, fueling

The stubborn earth

With her essence.

She dons the garb of music

Gurgling in my tabletop fountain

She hydrates my insides

slipping through the throat

Nurturing the gut that churns

Numerous puny thoughts.

I become one with her, the Water

She becomes my muse 

I imitate her

My heart flowing like a tributary

Into her vastness

My thoughts shapeshifting

Aspiring to be a bit of what she is

If not the ocean, if not the river

If not the stream or even the creek

I am content

To be a drip in the faucet

Tipping down in monotony

Dreaming of being like Her

Taking shapes of my muse

Now like a dew drop

Now like a lake

Writing on her surface

Now there, now vanishing

Flattering her, with my paltry imitation.

Pic - The pacific coast