Written Word

Water

Your secret I wish you to never tell, I wish to never know.

Crystal clear depths misleading.

Sycamore's memory.

roots among you, shapen by you.

Yet desperately to young to know the secrets.

Told at the beginning of time. 

Nor King Fisher.

Nor Heron.

Nor water Snake.

Nor the Crow.

Ancient Hemlock.

Nor salamander.

Nor Trout.

Nor the Crabs.

Nor the crest combing these waters, for currents and currents again.

Only the stone.

broken and huge, shading and shaded.

Can speak the noise listening away.

I will never ask.

Secrets safe among dorsal fins and worn cap brims.

Yours is mine to hold.