Living with Sieve
my words fall through a gully
plunge straight
as Wallaman Falls
splash deep shadowed ponds
to get your attention
yours dabble through a plain
by a river delta, the braids
of your thoughts spread wide
collecting in puddles
that evaporate
before they find the sea
my words plunge
through rock fissures
only speleologists might find
infuse for eons
with minerals and gas
yours recondense
as rain