All water lies horizontal by nature;
the field of water is straight,
a mirror of the skies, our solid base.
Water reminds me of you, the smooth surface
not telling of the deep underneath.
The ice you can become.
If I see a wall of water, it means
I am on a capsizing ship ( and I was,
but the ship got in port in time) .
Water always stays in line,
flat as it possibly can be.
all molecules well-ordered.
Just some of them are surface,
others never make it to the light.
There are no hills of water.
Until a breath of playful air
turns logic overboard,
a twirl, waves, white foam of anger.
Then sea regroups
and flat again
she will continue.