Water hardly detected it presence,
only a perceived pressure.
Natural to its course
it integrated the ever so tender caress
in artistry, replica of peaceful agreement.
Voracious search for ownership, purpose,
to examine only if one chose.
It wasn’t a brick of clay dropped into the day,
just an existence deeply rooted, without roots.
Not a temporal smirk flirting
but a seeing through the glass.
This from Systhesis/A Collage Journey with Jenafer Joy at http://www.inspiriediquiries.com – Lesson Four – Word Spelunking