In the Middle of Things

immediately it rolls and tumbles out of the tap spreading over the plates stacked in the sink, reminding me of the sea washing over the boardwalk and houses of the Jersey shore, essence and substance that divides but doesn't break, that driven against a small space can lift anything. Think of it - lifting hundreds, thousands of times your weight without effort, think of it able to roll, break apart, re-join, roll on, cover continents of deep land, send evaporations to the deep sky, re-form, fall back as rain into yourself, think of it as if your children went out from you, grew, changed, came back, went out again, came back, no older, no weaker, still possessed of every ability. Remarkable - yes? Grandly flexible - yes? Can shed accumulations of waste and also common earth, can return to clarity on the moment, as if an angelic presence had passed by heightening the color of berries and leaves, paint, even coal as it is washed. What might you name something which can fit every shape, wake any color?…