Water is Company
Self flies from broken branch, hands shaking. Wind whips lake into frothing…
Read more →A singular current carries the sacred, the perilous, and the ancient world's stories.
I am your melted snowman, drops
from a baby’s bath, the first rain
of the monsoon, a sacred draught
from Mother Ganges, the Ford of Brahmaputra
where pilgrims keep an eye out
for the man-eating leopard of Rudraprayag.
I am water from the moon, water pressure
you don’t want to mess with, moisture
round the unbroken seal on Tutankhamun’s tomb.