Lazy, tired, easy water
Slow green color
Slowly moving
Past me
I become
A leaf or a branch
That is hanging just within reach
Of lapping murmuring water
That now
And
Again
Quenches my thirsty surface…
Drops
Fall back
Into the
River
Only to be lightly splashed
Back
Onto a welcoming me
Longing to have such
Light spray
On
My
Parched
Soul…