H2O, the dance

the ocean is most secretly

up into the sky

but we

because we are so easily impressed

with the silk scarf magic

which gravity performs

in a downward direction

we do not see

the evaporative slight of hand

what with the clever stage lights

being really only one

alas, the sun and presto!

there right-before-yours-eyes

it thermally happens

maybe it is just a product

of the scale

so small

that makes it so unrevealed

yes there are clouds

as almost all illusionists

have assistants as entourage

while the exit plan

could not be more in plan sight

but outside of totally clear skies

as a staging area

what other props are needed?

the big hidden curtain

is really trust in our senses

vision in particular for its failure

to observe discreetly

and we, being fooled

again and again

by assumptions of familiarity

directly in the path

of the distractive parade

of the obvious

yes rain does get all the press

either for the grandness of it

by amount and frequency

or for the lack of it

by drought and consequence

how could we have waterfalls

and not have water-rises

and not know?

somewhere . . .

between solid, liquid, and gas,

we really

don’t have a clear appreciation

of how absolutely elaborate

and dramatic is

the H2O dance . . .