I am water

I am water. I move. I carve. I bend. I flow.

I am water. Just as the waves of me find ways to crash. Stones.

I am not permanent in anyone's lives. I move. I am raging. I am who I am

I am the wind in the gills of fish. I am the smoothness of the roughest stone. I am the coolness upon feet.

I am the gasp of thrill in eyes. I am deep.  I am vast.

I am always reaching, searching but running back. Digging deeper. I am free.

I can be wild. I can be raging. I can be overwhelming. But I am me, water.

I am the warmth saught in coldness and I am the brisk thrust in the heated day.

I can change but I will always be water.
Frozen I am ice. Even a glacier. Frigid to to tender fingers.

Overheated I am a mist. A gentle reminder to memory. A bit of drizzle in the late evening sky.

I am water. I move. I expand. I roll.