Sognsvann, Oslo, Norway
To Lave: To Wash Clean
Water laves its way through the world,
Touching all life:
It courses up the vascular pipeline to the top of the tallest sequoia.
Water laces through the leaves of the rustling maple.
It drifts as perfumed mist from a freshly opened apple blossom.
Water oozes as a protoplasmic soup,
Cleansing and feeding and helping to propel the peripatetic amoeba.
And water races as a red river through a tiny tubular canal,
Cleansing and feeding and helping to propel the peripatetic thoughts
Wandering among the cells of your brain.
From capillary to continental river,
From thunderstorm to heartbeat,
Water laves its way through the world.
from On a Starry Night
John Slade
Woodgate International
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