Country of Water

We breathe in the sweet

Bubbling water

Of this forgotten country

Our chest rises 

And falls 

Like a meditation 

Or a prayer 

The morning 

Beckons us 

Sunlight filters 

Through the curtains

Pronouncing the day

There are many choices 

To make

In this honey trap 

I promise her I will not leave

And her breaths grow longer

More at ease

What a place 

We have arrived in

Close to the sea 

And hills

We like early mornings

It is quiet 

And we can listen 

To our thoughts 

We do not like the sound

Of people over head

It scares us 

Today we will walk 

Say hello to the people

We pass every day 

Perhaps we are at home here

In this country of water

Perhaps we can open our eyes

And smile.