Water Haiku

by Jess H. Brewer

Surge and sag, rising
across the Earth's crust; reward
yearnings of the Moon.

Falling forever
frozen to a distant Sun;
gas tail all alight.

Wet specks merge and stick,
relax into bigger bags
and fall, jiggling.

Clear spheres drag apart
the colours from white and send
circles to centre.

Love is to be cool
water in the hot, dry throat,
wash away dead dust.