Water Flows
Your new tattoo says Water Flows,
an Atwood quote of which you are fond,
and a truism, I joke, since one might
just as easily have said Water is Wet,
and yet I understand your meaning,
your intention to go forward, to go
where you want, surely, through or
over or around. You are calling on
old gods, using sympathetic magic
and ink, calling up your own power
not to be sunk, but to, in fact, sink
the obstacles foolish enough to place
themselves in the path of your slow
and patient and terrible force, your flow.
And who am I if not the stone placed
steadfast and stubborn at the center
of your river, the foolish and worn
optimist who tries to divide or redirect,
caught up in awe of all of your moving?
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