Ode to Water by Sarah Jane Gaines

Originally uploaded by wes gaines.

for Pablo Neruda

At the tap of the bath,
in the hem of a rain cloud,
the eye-crease of a woman-
you are waiting
for whoever will welcome you.

With refreshing dropsyou long to pour yourself
into the porcelain basin, onto the woman's fleshy cheek,
over the golden corn and deserts as dry as elbow skin.

You dream of washing over the landlike a river
to bring drink to all thirsty and cleansing to all unclean.
You gather behind silver faucets
in the homes of the lovers of water,
form puddles under the tear ducts
of unlucky widows and emotional mothers,
and put all your weight on the giving stitch of the cloud seam-
not only to cover those who know of your revival
but also in hope of their cups overflowing
and spilling into thirsty mouths

well done - off to california tommorow-out wg