water theme

My thoughts blew apart
and lay all over:
In the pleasure of my lips pressed tight
or pain of my finger caught on
   a hidden nail.

Might the faucet drip to ground me?
No, I don't hear it,
  nothing comes.

My knees numb and
mind wilted, dropping leaves,
waiting for the sun to near.

I saw you skating by the pier,
put down my pen
and ran to meet you.