i know people who whisper to water

who by lake sides

and giant pools

trickling streams

and expansive oceans

lean into the water’s edge 

and you see them skipping smooth stones

you see them walking endlessly 

on the shore

along the banks

where sand and dirt and rock meet water

who stop to look out past the horizon

and seem to call from the depths of the sea

waiting patiently

and listening 

as water answers back