Aqueous Words

Aqueous Words

At night fall,

Numberless pigments spread

over the river. 

                      Frogs asleep.

Small fish sleep close together.

I unfold a sketchbook and draw

countless lines and write words

underneath to fill up

                                 the cracks.

Full darkness falls.

                              I immerse

the page into the river,

so aqueous words

                             float...

Stars, 

         moon, and whispers

on the surface swim

with them--- and then it’s

time to go home.