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)
Comments