WATER THAT CONNECTS

Water does not ask

who you are

It flows

through all languages,

crossing borders

we have invented

In a single drop

the whole world fits,

a tear, a sea, a river,

and someone’s quiet hope

We carry it within us

as a memory of the beginning,

as proof

that we are made of the same breath

When a word becomes water,

it does not wound,

it unites.

It pours from heart to heart

and dissolves

what keeps us apart

So write —

let your poem be a river,

let it find its way

even where there is none

For water knows

what we forget:

that we are all

one ocean

Ankica Anchie Biskupović

Humanist, Poetessa, Author