a sound poem

water in italyi can hear the
water running steady
a light gurgling
and then
quiet rushing

but those are not
just words
i want to tell you
– really, i want to
tell you –
what i hear, not
words for water-actions

i want to tell you
about the sounds
how much those
vibrations mean to me
each night, brushing my teeth,
washing my hands once again
a quick shower that
clears much more than sweat

i want to tell you
about what happens
in my ears
who feel soothed
my brain
who feels calmed
my heart
who feels a
closure for the day
when the water runs,
on another saturday
night here on the
west coast

image by italianjob17

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