Any human relationship can be described as a body of water in some state. This about my ex best friend and I-- and what truly caused the rift. 'Redwood' provides a bit of background around lines 15-22, but it's not necessary. I'm not sure if I've put up any of my other dirt clod poetry. I might have to put up 'Falling Earth, Burning Stars', if I haven't already, since with the exception of this it's easily the best 'dirt clod poem'. Anyway, it's symbolic, sort of.

'People Are Bodies of Water'

I would have said we were a pond

a calm spot in my mind of rivers

or a river finally dammed

and brought to rest

after a lifetime of

its bends and rapids

for that one week

I thought those trials removed

but maybe we were a frozen river

or lake, in those late January days

waiting for the ice to break

or for one drop of rain

to hit our surface

spreading the ripples for miles

You say this rain fell from

the tree which gave me its shade

and stood before the raindrop fell

if not long enough for you to see its magnificence

You accuse it of disturbing our pond

while into it fell dirt clods

eroded from the shore

that I could see before I planted the tree

clods you welcomed in

to give you even the most unstable

of foundations

(July 24th, 2006)