Girls with sisters

Water is a beautiful mystery to me,

like girls with sisters,

I can’t relate

to the

secretive language

and

refreshing storms,

ravishing and manipulative.

I stare more,

in awe

of all that goes on

in front of and behind

the cloudy scenes.

I am intrigued

by the power and magic

of even the smallest stream.

Water and girls with sisters

lure me in only to spit me out,

a private club I know nothing about.

Like a seaside manor with electric gate,

and catching dragonflies

and staying up late,

I watch from afar

as the trickles turn to pools,

fascinated and envious of

starry night rules.