poetry upon water

your words ripple
effortlessly across
my soul soothing
wounds left too long
unhealed and seething
bloody anguish
glistening until
the next wave rolls in
releasing me from
an angry past
at last, aye, at last
serenity cleansing
my all too eager
profanity preferring
instead to lay my
head upon these sands
and allow your words
to wash over me
once more like
poetry upon water

[gratefully inspired by the humbly brilliant David ben Alexander at https://skepticskaddish.com/2021/03/05/twitter-poetry-2021-week-9/ ]

Enjoying the sand and waves just down the hill from where I once lived in Turkey (2011).