Memories of Water

The water has memories, memories at
      the bottom of the well, the stale smell
      of long soaked rock, the strange feel
      of mold, the bucket taking it up, piece
      by piece. And then winter, a deathly cold
      morning frost dreaming of when summer
      will return. And the sea, the beautiful
      Pacific, treading along with the animals,
      swimming the side of a great white shark
      and over the back of a blue whale.