Why Is The Water Still

I went to find her
down by the water’s edge
just past the rushing brook
where an old tree never slept.

Stumbling over roots
now rusted to the shore
trying to find a way
trying to find the door –
trying to find…. her scent.

As the candle burns
to help the blind
I no longer see the sky
unsure what happened
when our life turned into time.

On the rocks… looking out to sea
she never turned….
but asked me –

Why is the water still?