at any given moment the sediment settles
as the water stills
the solids drop to the bottom
if left alone they will build in layers
calcifying and becoming stone
for some future expert to point to the timeline of my now stony stories
but something moves the waters
it is you wading into murky depths
with no fear of the unseen below
you swim and dance, churning up the silt
your fingers swirl in the disturbance
making my story curl and unfold at your touch
The Water washes particulates down stream
and I am left, washed and healed.
