WATER
Donora Hillard
You know the taste of sand.
It is coarse and moist
and covers the eel.
There are no pearls.
They left for sea years ago
with the hero whose hand
you should have touched.
And why did you not?
It was raining.
You were covered in it.
It pulled at you until
your hair tore
and your legs were soaked.
The electric guitarist leered.
You hid your face.
The water there
was clear and selfless.
You know its taste.
It uncovers everything.
You can sink or swim in it.
