this is my life

Suddenly
the wave
in the water

spoke

Go to the old man
make his days
your own

the water spoke of second chances
opportunity to right wrongs, new lives
old ones, ones who should be but are not
were the voices of the water, and my father

with proud words, the words that never were

and as the warm water
caressed my skin, their dreams
ran over me, and I began to cry

realizing why . . . I
bathe in souls
and visions