Water

In this transactional world 

sometimes it’s hard to notice her 

even though she’s everywhere 

cleansing 

penetrating  

flowing  

wild

Sometimes a soothing medicine 

sometimes a cataclysm  

she’ll open herself a way 

refreshing 

nourishing  

but sometimes  

killing  

Her purest form will be transparent 

devoid of shape and taste and color 

it’s up to you to keep it that way 

and absorb her 

or dilute 

pollute her  

or waste her

No man can ever step on her 

or end her cycle of rebirth 

her pouring from the heavens to the earth 

to feed  

to free 

to fortify  

to flow.

Ulysses A.