Fluid

Fluid

Soft, intangible

quick and lucid

Gentle and slippery 

transparent and reflective

The human body is made up of approximately 65% water

Sometimes more

Sometimes less

Beginning with the perfect balance

Changing as time goes by

Dependent upon the physiological need

Determined by environmental influence

Relative to what has been exerted and what has been replenished

Beings in a constant state of flow

dancing around the perfect balance

We try with all our might to stay fixed 

hold perfectly still

then the slack line flexes 

the center is lost

We reach the tipping point

there is no other choice but to fall 

Equilibrium will be achieved when the struggle for control is
relinquished 

Only when we learn to flex and sway with movement

no longer pushing against kinetic forces 

that move through our bodies 

from the inside out and back again

Buoyancy is achieved through submersion

surrendering trust to the comfort of cradle

Yet

relentless fits of splashing erupt from the depths

Desperate gulps of air ingested in the midst of a loss filled
panic

search for the space between drinking and drowning

Fear of not knowing how to swim freezes heartache into place

halting the beauty of liquid

If only I could soften

If only I could soften

If only I could soften

If only the sun could peek out long enough to melt 

iceberg
illusions of looming destruction 

into waterfalls of release and relief

Thundering through pain and resistance

rushing to destined direction

swift and rolling

strong, clear and nimble

undulating and sensual

irreversible

transformative

Fluid