life as it is

I once met a teacher,

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.