DISTILLED
we be
of the water sign variety
very
liquid in
disposition
earth, fire, air
you must think us crazy, ofd
be we
just different
lake, river, ocean
stagnant pond
there is something about us
that craves union, expects
dissolution
that tries to flow, collect,
absorb
absolutely align ourselves
with gravity
in a sense
we are the element with
chemistry most peculiar, range
most extreme
living examples of
the softest, yet
most insistent power
we storm
we drown
simply
evaporate
and it will beyond us to tell you
whither we have gone, how
so
quietly, smoothly disappeared
bashed the hell
out of the world in a raging
torrent
or somehow (some would
say inevitably) find
ourselves in poetry
distilled