I lived without running water for a decade
and now that I re-read that sentence
I can hardly believe it myself.
But it has made me forever grateful for
my morning or evening shower;
filling a pasta pot with water from the sink;
and cold, clear water to drink.
*783 million people in the world do not have access to safe water. This is roughly 11 percent of the world’s population.
*An American taking a five-minute shower uses more water than the typical person living in a developing country slum uses in a whole day.
*12 percent of the world’s population uses 85 percent of its water.
There is a spare beauty in gray mist
floating and rising from the valley floor,
Droplets on the window panes,
the quiet whishing of rain on the trees.
Melancholy, some say.
But it teaches patience
and the understanding that we can’t always have our own way.
We are not in control of much,
though we like to plan and wear the foreman’s white hat.
Urbanization has meant misunderstanding of rainy days.
For city dwellers
rain brings spoiled plans, ruined picnics, traffic snarls.
And those living in drought
The earth thirsts for rain,
And the water feeds and
Inside, I ponder the choices.
Organize drawers, Write, Read, Sew, Bake bread, Take a nap?
And the world looks so much sweeter when the sun breaks through.
Barn painted, tractor repaired,
Jewels ripening, jam jars prepared.
hammocks waiting to be hung.
Fields of wildflowers smiling at the sun.
Goldfinches yearning for those early seeds,
Spotted fawns feasting on the high weeds.
Spider webs in the oven instead of on the grill,
Sun rises early over the distant hill.
Berries transformed, sweet on the tongue.
Bare feet in the clover,
July's song is sung.