Descending Water

Sun reflected dances
As the waterfalls.
Nuances captured
Trickling down the wall.
.
Liquidy flow
Quenches within
Decanted in glasses
Cups or tins.
.
Sipping or gulping
Depending upon my mood
Sometimes it’s icy cold
In the middle of June.
.
We plunge into the liquid
Then float around
Pretending we’re mermaids
With our hair flowing down
We swim and we dive
And we pretend some more
Then come to surface
Refreshed to the core.

Inci Jones Artist