where we are water

every stream has a major gravity driven direction 

but it also has a viscosity creep,

lateral, vertical, helping hands, so to speak.

emotions seem to have access to the same system,

rational, irrational and beyond belief but happening.

hard to keep a reality lid on all of this,

for the pretend of spoken oratory,

the inner voiced dialogue,

and the emotional source-place happening.

there are discreet rules 

for how this all individually functions.

some of us have great reserve

while others are prone to blather

and worse yet

others outright lie and rebuke any response.

sure, there are narratives of injustices revealed.

there are skewed perspectives in righteous grandeur.

there is common place logic for holding hands,

and hugs of unsaid compassion exchanged.

so much of emotion functions like water.

you'd think that water has an intelligence beyond ours.

I mean millions of years

circulating the planet, over and over,

lifetimes of liquid then vapor 

then clandestine as snow, sleet, hail or rain,

and yet here again

living through it all.

if we just had a method of retention and surrender

besides our flurry of tears

or our tears as a diary, a rebuttal, or consummate response.

our emotional circumstance is multi-complex

when attempts are brought into cognition and account.

emotion has more dimensions than speech can express.

our talk is a flashlight lit in a dark vast room.

yes details get announced

but the emotional architecture of being

is not so clearly represented or defined.

we settle for passive agreement in a parallel sense,

easily seduced by saying "I love you

just the way you are."

maybe that is a form of vocal inoculation against harm.

so we really can't say

but we can all sound

as if that is a language of internal vibrational truth.

we are some much water,

you'd think there is a wisdom there 

for us to have learned from.

perspective told by the sun to water

over millions of years.

and that riddle is dependent for our lives to continue.

what is it that water is saying

that we seem to be incapable of hearing? . . .