I dragged my hand through the water

Divided the surface

Created a trench

that disappeared

as quickly as it appeared

Not a suggestion

Nor a trace

that it had been

I don’t hate the water

I know that when the crest

outruns the trough

the crash is unavoidable

destruction enabling creation

creation enabling destruction

But I do resent, do despise them

Water cannot retain memory

They, however, can