An Invitation (poem)

You are like a spring.

Others flock around you.

They drink, but most times

only taste themselves.

I don't want your just water,

though I thirst.

I want to hover over you

peer past my reflection

and look down into you.

To the bottom if there is one.

Water has so many uses:

Birds take baths, messages float in bottles,

electricity is carried,

to name just a few.

The earth is not flat and

water is everywhere.