As years flow by, and we who think
casually go to and fro upon this earth,
that which is earth gives to us.
We turn the page, not only to a new year,
but to a new decade, and the craving
for the granted essentials is widespread.
I wish it were true that the resources
of our bountiful world were limitless,
but they are indeed finite;
like the fresh water that sustains us,
and sustains all life.
There are still cavernous aquifers,
today with many taps, the availability
of reservoirs and rivulets and blue lakes,
but of course it's problematical,
as the quality, and level, point to peril.
Water, water everywhere,
how many drinks we drop.
should never be a right.
Today, even with sagebrush
and wilted flower in thirst,
there is a willingness to speak,
but their voice is parched with pain,
and brittle words simply break.
What will become of water,
and of us, and of life, if the rights
fall to the poisons of improvidence?
I marvel at the willows who in beauty
draw water from the ground and weep,
but not for reasons I fear to imagine.