DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. --William Stafford
Monday, June 04, 2012
A Kinship with Water
"If the millions of women who haul water
for long distances had a faucet by their door,
whole societies could be transformed."
-- Tina Rosenberg
There are poems that tell us how water rises
as mist, and returns again to rivers and rooftops
as music, or as a white calligraphy of snow.
Shapeshifter, water fills our glassware
and our gutters alike, disguising itself as birds,
or dogs, or elephants and tigers drinking
from the same shallow pool. It manifests
as boys on a soccer field, as coffee in cups,
in wadis and in gardens.
There are words that say: sweet water,
bad water, holy water, words that whisper of
water flowing into baptismal fonts, where our sins
float away like fat turds, or where hidden water
runs under cities in sewers, or as ice-sheets
melting at 0.7 millimeters per year, warming
the currents of our rising oceans.
Are we not, ourselves, made of water,
our cells swollen and wet, our blood
a red tide that follows the moon, knowing
kinship with desert women hauling water
long distances, thirsting, measuring, each drop?
- ▼ 2012 (33)
- Joyce Ellen Davis
- 1. In dreams I am often young and thin with long blond hair. 2. In real life I am no longer young, or thin, or blonde. 3. My back hurts. 4. I hate to sleep alone. (Fortunately I don't have to!) 5. My great grandfather had 2 wives at once. 6. I wish I had more self-discipline. (I was once fired from a teaching position in a private school because they said I was "too unstructured and undisciplined." --Who, me??? Naaaahhh....) 7. I do not blame my parents for this. Once, at a parent-teacher conference, the teacher told me my little boy was "spacey." We ALL are, I told her. The whole fan damily is spacey. She thought I was kidding. I wasn't. 8. I used to travel with a theater reperatory company. My parents weren't happy about this. 9. My mother was afraid that I would run off and paint flowers on my cheeks and live in a commune, and grow vegetables. I once smoked pot. ONE TIME. 10. I don't drink or smoke. (Or swear, much. Well, I drink milk, and water, and orange juice, and stuff. Cocoa. I love Pepsi.) 11. Most of my friends are invisible. 12. I am a poet and a writer. All of my writing on these pages is copyrighted. Borrowing (without acknowledgment) is a sin.