nets

Our love is

a sister of the light;

deftly, she unwinds

our shadowed nets.

Where they become

keening shawls

to shelter loss,

she pours oil of ease.

From underneath

she rips the knots,

the mass of algae dream

unties and drops.

And the reeds 

woven to cover

fear of the deep,

drift and slip.

Lines of empty eyes

that caught and held

everything blindly,

surge and see.

Water

urges us

to fluency.

~ John O'Donohue

from Echoes of Memory

photo from cog arts culture