On water, by Britta Benson

Picture credit: Britta Benson

I crossed the Channel on from Dunkerque to Dover today, spending a good chunk of the journey on deck, staring at the water. Here’s what I thought:

On water

Who does water belong to?

Lines on charts

mark territories.

Water laughs,

moves,

here, there,

depending on tides,

winds,

the murmur of moments.

We draw borders,

write labels,

worry about identity.

Water belongs to water.