Water Call Poem by Helen Gaudin

A thick blanket of grey
Drawn down as streams of water
Wrapping around in a clammy embrace
Weighting down on all it touches
An opaque misty world
Through the stream, colour diffused
Visibility restricted, encased in a tunneled vista
Opening and closing, before and behind
Soft focussed, edges fading away
Dampness creeps into all the tiny spaces
Like little fingers drifting across skin
Calling to the water inside