a halo of warm water
appears in the air
above my head
and descends in streams
caressing sweet liquid of life
that has careened through space
traveled countless times through clouds
oceans deep wells brooks and wide rivers
and now flows past
lingering along the skin
steaming out over the small room
in brief banks of misty fog

pulled away into the morning
that even now is heating
the dew laden grass
and the tendrils
of shimmering breath
rising from the earth
this holy wheel
that turns us once more
washed anew
toward fiery first light

©John Greenleaf-Maple 5/4/17