Monday, April 18, 2016

Poem: What Water Can Be

A furrow that's filling
          Water, collective
Your face in the puddle
          Water, reflective
A network of rivers
          Water, connective
Your boat drifting downstream
          Water, directive
A storm in the city
          Water, objective
One drop on your eyelash
          Water, selective


*by Marilyn Singer

Poem: Wells

Water is too easy here,
                           grandma says.
Taps and toilets,
          hoses and hydrants,
A quick twist, swish, rnu.
To appreciate water
                         you must work for it,
Pump, hoist, and haul.
Learn to love
                        the heft of the bucket
                                        in your hands,
                        the weight of the cool jar
                                        on your head.
Learn to understand
                        that water is the true treasure
                                       of small villages and great cities.
Only then will you never squander
           what is not yours to own.


*by Marilyn Singer

Poem: How to Cross a Pond

You can swim
   or you can float
on a raft
   or on a boat.

You can skate
   and you can row.
You can get
   your dog to tow.

You can fly
   if you're a hawk.
And in the winter
   you can walk.

*by Marilyn Singer