A ledge of splattering water to keep the pond from being stagnant at the downtown Myriad Botanical Gardens. Something about the sound of flowing water, in any of its forms, makes the world feel a little bit more entrenched in calm, a little more connected.
I drink stream water and the air
becomes clearer and everything I do.
I become a waterwheel,
turning and tasting you, as long
as water moves.