Some days are all about water. When it rains hard. When, the next day, the road is a quarter
mile river and the river is a road, three crossings the least memorable water
of the day. When the clouds lift to
reveal the mountains dusted with September snow. When the melting glacier cuts slate into the
folds of a slicker. Throws off a rainbow. Makes a delta
from a square foot of sand. When you shower off the day even as you drink it
down.
Bodies are water
And water needs the body
To sip and swallow.
I hope you brought wellies! (Also, sounds a lot like Ireland!)
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