The Way Of The Water

Her dark wet hair 
Sitting on the dock
In the too bright sun
Wearing dyed blue pants
Not the original jeans;
And a cut black shirt.
The girl wore eyes of blue
Just as her shoes.
Her soul always empty
Always feeling like 
Something is missing 
Like something’s gone
And wants to find it. 

A single tear 
Rolls down
Her pale cheek 
Fast; 
As if it was
Intentional. 
Of course
Her life is lonely. 
She leaves the dock
And cries herself
To sleep. 

Again she’s sitting 
At waters edge
Writing materials 
In hand
And with
Her melancholy tears
She sets down
Her pen and pencil. 
The girl peels off
Her torn black shoes
To the edge of the dock
She went. 
Then closes her eyes
And let’s herself fall
Fall into the wavy green
Liquid they call water. 
And as ducks scurry away
Her sad soul realizes
She is in love. 

She’s in love 
With the slough 
Next to the old dock
Of her tired house. 
And so she climbs
Back up onto the shore
And cries
Not tears of sadness
But tears of love 
For the way of the water. 
She looks down 
Only to see her clothes
Have turned
Colorful;
That bright smile 
Gets pasted onto 
Her blushed face. 
You could look into 
That girls eyes
And for once 
You could see
Joy.

~Ava Tolmasoff