We cannot live without it
It brings bottled hope to the days of
Sunburns and sweat
It is our food, bodies, miracles, and love
Can you hear the water flowing in the pipes?
Can you hear the tides crashing on the shore?
Can you hear the clouds falling to the ground?
Or the splashes licking on your neighbor’s pool?
Perhaps you cannot hear it talking to you
You may not listen unless the water makes it into your wine
You may only hear the whispers from the jaws of the contaminator
Or the cries conveniently commercialized from the thirsty
I suggest a glass of drinking water
As you sip, feel it becoming a part of the body
Listen as the water survives you
While it also slowly kills