The Ways Of Water

With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me: Your truck Backfiring As if sending Out Rockets To the Stars You came In So gracefully Rockets Silenced Behind you & Set To work As if nothing Brought you Greater Joy. I did not see Life was About to change, as it does, When odd magic appears: There was No music Yet. Chatting About relationships, our freedom From same, Which we So defended; About water, faucet Drips; The gifts Of growing older; You set to work & I, standing above you As you lay on Your back Studied Your feet: Well cared for In ocean blue Sandals Made of tough Plastic. Buddies, We said, we agreed That's what we Needed. How about going out Together as buddies For a night of music & dance? My first Indication That song Had a place In Your world. Two years later The leak In my kitchen Sink Remains Fixed As well as The leak I never mentioned In my spirit. Early and late We savor The music That comes From Your horn The Golden Phoenix That travels With us Everywhere Your sound Your love of Miles & Bird & Wynton Making Friends of strangers Around The globe. In Poor Countries Where The grass Has died & the ponies & oxen Also & the people Have nothing To bath in Or to drink & Yet are soothed By your cool & liquid Music, which You pour over them So freely, I want to tell them: Yes, he is also A water man. Yes, he also knows The ways Of water. But they know this.