A water starved child
remembering pumping and pulling
storing from barrels to spoons and little toy teacups
Flood to drought year after year
Wet floors, damp clothes, flooded visitors
to mangoes and pumping
Every drop was precious.
No wonder water tugs my heart like no other element.
Glacier to ocean, precious water
Life giving and life taking
Have you ever wondered if anyone blamed water of being fickle?
Of lacking integrity
Taking any form that keeps it alive
Glacier to gurgling stream
A creek that tinkles
Playing hide and seek deep under the water
Making us work hard
Like a man who wants to mount a precious woman
Fighting amongst us to own the precious liquid gold
Man with man
State with state
Blaming the victim
Craving the rewards
Water is a fickle gOd
A shape shifter
A shifty god
We are sixty percent water
No wonder fickleness is part of us
Hiding and seeking too
Falling and running
Finding our own level
Drop the double standards.