a spiritual man (say, a preacher);
his favourite saying went like this,
‘Rocks are hard and water’s wet;
that’s the way it is!’
He’d parade in front of
hundreds of eyeballs, talking love:
I can see him now in photographs,
mouth open, spouting stuff
on rocks and water: fair enough.
Today - I realized that he was partly right –
bending knees, on this and that, I also felt
that water sometimes turns to ice
and even rocks can melt.