I know what water dreams.
She dreams of expanse both vast and microscopic.
Of extending her reach from shore to shore
filling chasms and holding unknown secrets of the deep.
Supporting frolicking human children on her beach
and pensive teens doing the backstroke.
Teeming schools of fish and calving whales
crustaceans and sea horses.
Leaving her nourishing minerals on shores and skins.
Supporting life, cycling life, being life.
She also dreams of the tiny places
rushing through my veins
surrounding my cells, bringing support, sustenance, and relief
She flows through my aorta and into my capillaries.
She lubricates my joints;
allows me to see.
Always she dreams of freedom
the ability to flow,
to be unrestricted.
Of purity and breath.
Oxygen and clarity.
Thus, her dreams are sometimes nightmares.
Horrifying quantities of sewage and inorganic waste.
Sludge and toxic chemicals bubbling from open pipes.
Drunken revelers urinating at her side.
Tremendous trawlers razing the sea floor.
Fishers leaving death and destruction
like White buffalo hunters once did on the Plains.
Webs of fiber optic cables.
Lakes of oil suffocating her delicate surface.
disrupted flow in restricted arteries and tightened muscle fibers.
Obstacles of excess fat, yeast, chemicals invented by man.
Acidic thoughts, elevated hormones.
The products of agitation with nowhere to go,
So she shudders, weeps, and wakens.
I know what water dreams,
because I, too,
have these dreams.
(c) S. Rinderle, 2009