Into the heavens…
Below the water table….In phreatic zone
Me like an aquifer…storing the memories!
With available porosity…accumulating them to stow,
With affable permeability… allowing them to flow!
Each day a moment evaporates,
Each day a memory precipitates!
Me waiting for the D day….
When my water table intersects with the surface
Letting me to spring from this closed circuit,Into the heavens…where peace dwells!
(Being a geologist...literally used the Water Table...
hope you people won't mind the technicality)
(For Poets United: Verse First ~Water Table)