Still Waters
Still waters run deep, the saying goes,
De profundis clamavi ad te, Dea.
Currents underneath the surface,
A siren song to call you in.
I am one who carries water,
A vessel cracking at its edges.
Idly I wonder when the dam will break:
Après moi, le déluge.
Will we still hear the old church bell
Tolling beneath the crashing surf?
A promise long forgotten,
An hour that never was.
My dear land under wave
Recalling ancient seas,
Waiting for the time to come again,
When patient water carves
Canyons from our loss.