Water - Poem by Nancy Terrell
Long have I known the feel
of droplets soft upon my hair,
arms outstretched, swimming,
the healing oneness of the sea.
I taste the sweetness in my cup,
music for the parchment of my body.
Eagerly I drink, knowing
that I will be refreshed.
My son giggles in innocent delight
his bath is such a special time
happily he pats his tiny hand
splashing the water in the kitchen sink.
My garden shows it's appreiation as
rain renews. The dance of the flowers begin
as vegetables suck the new life force
and afternoon showers make them glisten.
Then the water changes in it's force
a raging bandit of the night
filled with violence, rape and plunder
destruction is everywhere.
We give the mad water names-
Hugo, Luis, Marilyn, Bertha
storms displace our faithful trust in rain
Our knowledge is shattered by our knowingness
of the oppositions that exist in nature
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