Water/Paper

Water is drawn to my husband—just as he is drawn to water.

He loves to kayak. Swim. Go to the edges of rivers to watch the water flow.

We live on a lake. A lake that sometimes floods over our back deck and into his Man Cave. At one time, he lived in a house whose basement constantly flooded. The day after we were married our hot water tank broke. At our house, it’s all water...all the time.

It’s a good thing that paper is drawn to me—and I to it.

Books. Stacks of paper with my poems and short stories. Note cards. Scratch pads. The list goes on and on.

And since paper absorbs water—and water blurs what is printed on a page—we have struck a fine balance.