Where water moves I long to be.  Some say you can do little but enjoy life.  I beleive water is the place by which I enjoy.  It isn't a consant; some days I'd rahter be at home or getting a coffee.  It'sn like I forget...but a moment on a river and I soon remember.  It moves and I listen, to its thrum, it's chatter, each little bit a communion with the flow and its offering of eternal blessing.  Water is the depths from which man sprang, the quagmire, wallowing, shuddering cleaning himsel off and begining the day that markd the start of life.  In it are many things I long to offfer.  The love for a universe we are still trying to understand.  Passion for the water we learn from but want more.  Fish, those ever presentfracrals of truth we long for like love but in a way learned like science.  THe water is my friend.  Though it speaks and I listen, I don't speak back.  Rather I coalate and reform it's images as some program of reassessment, learning yet relearning with each consecutive moment.`