What is the scent of water?

What is the scent of water?

Your words start him thinking Zen-like
but he still has to face the world,
partition it to be safe; lock his gate,

keep a distance, maintain his space;
a zone for others to circumnavigate,
watch their step; watch his step;

assure he is no culprit of neglect.
He'd better eat a big steak,
flex his muscles, fly straight,
sonic boom, and reverberate,
create more space...or
lay claim to someone else's

place too spent to retaliate.
Always keeping, always holding
never letting go and counting, storing.

A good fence makes the man.
We measure him with rod and ruler

in the yard of his self-made prison

never by the opened gate

He has provided

for the wind, or sun, or dust

that invades it.

What is the scent of water

or the sound of rain on water

or the feeling they have

when they run together?
He looks forward to the day
when he can be less than what he is;

on that day he will come forth

from himself and discover

more than who he isn’t.

And the Lord said, “Thou shalt be born again.”

He is best when he knows who he isn't

and better when he knows where he is.

Give it all back, go back to where

he came; follow his own tracks back,

tracks long abandoned, unmapped, random.

He was always happiest
with an empty plate or mended bowl.

Always happiest with simple choices;

God or Man or his own literature;
barefoot girls in summer dresses.

What is the scent of water

or the sound of rain on water

or the feeling they have

when they run together?

Does water come from its own source?

Is Man from God or are They from both?