ATLANTA (FIVE | FOUNTAIN)

I want to get in this fountain

The water it shoots out

rows to me in sweet whispers

I’m above the tiny, tiny tide

I can feel its gentle caress from where I sit

even as it rolls beneath me

I am admired by the sun

The water whispers:

You hold your own miracle inside

You can appreciate what exists around you

Water moves toward you with exciting curiosity

You are excited and curious

You are water

You write freely

and with curiosity

You move freely

and with curiosity

You are the dream