The language of water

Long after
the tide slipped silently into the night
the marsh is alive
with the language of water.

I listened in the darkness
to the trickle in the creeks
and the bubbles in the puddles
in the mud.

The water was all verb and adjective,
running, seeping,
quivering, shining.

From mud creek to salt flat,
liquid chat and murmer filled the air,
each creek a different dialect of sound.

I wished I had the wisdom
to know what every nuance meant
translating every phrase to physics,
chemistry and art..

but lacking understanding
I'm content to tag along
just to marvel
at the music
of the song.

(c) A McN