Wake the Water

Untouched and still,

Placid and real,

O’ peaceful Water.

Quench my thirsting,

My wish, this thing,

Unlike no other.

Perfect at peace,

Tranquil, at least,

Worry and bother.

Does my own need

Tell me, “Proceed!”

And Wake the Water?

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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