By Berta Winiker

I give my grief to water,
Any body of water will suffice.
Each and every,
An equal opportunity provider
Of respite, reflection, redemption.
For soothing, savoring, sustenance.
The rush of a waterfall,
Placid calm of a pool,
A trickling stream,
Cascading snowmelt,
Spray of a hot shower
Awash with molecules,
I give my grief to water
In exchange for its healing.