Nice write Jeffrey. Is it because we grow first in our mothers water that we are drawn so much to it and find it so soothing to our nerves?

...yeah what George said and it was such a place for brad paisley, in his song re: water...you give it a very personal nudge...good 'un.

Jeffrey, I really like your first stanza - "...as it creeps upon itself..." is a wonderful way of describing rippling and lapping. And your poem reminds me that I've been away from water too long.

This is beautiful and bittersweet -the poignancy of seeking out the liquid susurration of human contact, floating, frolicking and drowning in so many different bodies of water...going into my favourites, Jeffrey!