The water never stops changing
Glass on glass
Slips of time
catch so that
the sound of the water moves me
Gentle slops beneath boats
molten
Moulded in
Furnaces
Through mirrors
my soul receives each wrinkle
Glass
photons swarm on/off the water
Milky white
then blackish
beyond grey
then sage green
Blue
Fanciful brown
This city’s water brings a peace
into bones
It cradles
and splashes
my heart with San Marco’s silence