WATER

(a sonnet)  
 
We wake to wade in teaming tidal streams  
To deeply dive and taste their salt surprise  
And watch as gush through furrowed channel gleams  
A flow so warm that graces our new rise  
 
It’s with our hands that we begin our play  
Your playful splash that wets my hair and head  
We splash as one to consecrate the day  
When comes my turn to wet your hair instead  
 
To join with you in our tide's letting go  
We let it go and come as time allows  
With drench of waves in our tide's deepest flow  
That we be joined in flowings’ deepest vow  
 
We lie in new born sun, in our pool's wet  
To love the day begun where our tides met  



Author's Note: Water Sports