on paper boats and bells
water carries us like sound.
Fold once, twice, third time
wave on wave
fold under fold
currents tumbling below.
You move and nothing separates,
I move and I make sound.
Each beat a distance,
Each wave continuous, indefinite.
A distance in water seems much less solid.
Whispers carry through, sounds echo
Bells in my mind, water on my skin.
Bells in my mind, water on my skin