Potholes

darkened waters whisper
clear creative powers
under trickling fingers
of ever-flowing magic
shaping ruby stonework
in their endless patience

my spirit likes to drift lost
in these liquid labyrinths
of finely carved nature
where soft winding memories
curl and guide me to
pools of calming friends

words can also mimic water
flooding in turbid anger
prying open forgotten fissures
that pour in heartbreak
filling potholes of hope
with gravels of yesterday

or we can narrate timeless
shapes of shimmering smiles
sculpted in the endurance
of green watersheds of love
where gentle azure ripples
brush our living sanctuary