365/365: We Can Roll Like Water

These hands feel impotent as noodles.
I used to think my greatness would descend upon me
like a revelation, a prophecy,
as God's unrepentant fire.

Fire only wants to make more of itself, though.
It consumes every thing as fuel,
sucks it down to a fine ash
no matter who loves it or what its shape gave.
Fire loves you no more than any fire log.
Fire is a terrible role model.

But we can roll along as water.
An old man told me that once.
He gave me stones from both coasts and said,
the world is shaped by oceans.
Water describes the land
and tells the animals where to go.
Water fits inside every glass.

There might be more power in these noodle hands yet,
even without God's fire.
Me and them, we can roll along like water
and find what there is to do.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.