Wonder at Open

Descriptions make the world underwater,

the light goes a little sideways as it crosses
the threshing clarity, sunk as deep as a 
pleasure you forgot you buried ten thousand
intrigues under me, defying your impulse to
fly to the bottom of matter, for that gravity;

shan't your idealisms lead to the top of the
fountain, where do the droplets go when they
crest the edge of their potential, only now 
waiting for the evaporation to take them

to the excitement home in the sky, a prayer
that repeats itself, relax in your body because
you know not what you are.