The Wise Fear Water
All wise men fear water.
They fear drowning, in too deep
they fear rain dripping steadily onto the street
they always carry umbrellas and
they never look at seas.
When I was young, I saw a river
Due to drought, it was growing thinner.
Stones were like gems inside it and
the fish were just like silver.
The water was streaming onward fast
not a hard-smooth mirror or a sheet of glass.
I reached my hand into it and
I felt it rushing past.
I fell headfirst, dragged down deep
the river swept me off my feet.
I was pulled on by the current and
carried to the sea.
All wise men fear water, but
they can't swim like me.