Water in a glass

I’m just  tap water in your little glass
I have no personal being of my own
I alter,am not fixed, I have no lust

In the air I see the dust motes dance
I am nothing , need no frame nor bone
I’m like the water in your little glass

I shall not  be hurt by avalanche
Neither will I suffer from your stones
I alter, am not fixed, I feel no lust

I have no solid shape but I am touched
By grief and joy and  memories of home
I am  the little river near the Pass

Unlike the Tees and Wear I never rush
Nor enter cold North Seas and turn to foam
I alter, am unfixed  and feel no lust

Within the empty mind  there  dwells  a  poem
Wordless and unformed and near to ruin
I’m just   clear water in  a handmade glass
I alter,am not fixed in form nor  class.