by Diana M. Chien
If everything were sunken
If everything were soft
If we all lived in low water
With water wetting our heads
If we all lived as frogs do
Enveloped in soft slime
Yielding as lilies
And green as marsh water,
black as frogs’ eggs
How easy it would be
How easy the living would be
To have only water speaking at your ear
Only water, speaking –
alphabet and verse of water