Water has no secrets.
Fish, stones, the wide winds –
it shares with them equally.
I have this feeling near water
like I can say anything
and it won’t judge.
As I touched ripples across water’s skin,
it tasted me and found me
still a little green
like a banana picked too early.
Water has a way of knowing too much.
Not only can it keep no secrets –
it told all mine to the fish and stones
and the licking winds
so now the creek, the river
and the entire Pacific Ocean
know how impossibly long and durably
I have loved you.
JPW , NaPoWriMo 4/13/2020
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