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Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
Aqua-Forte.
I am, you are,
three-quarters water.
This planets moisture remains stable,
we drink the same fluid
that the dinosaurs drank.
Now, there's recycling for you.
This briny broth of life's origin.
Civilization stakes it's hopes
on rivers and coasts.
We dread having too little,
or conversely, too much.
The eye searches and finds,
the early morning wonders.
The spider web drenched in beads of dew,
the arachnids jewelled necklace.
The storm-coloured heron,
hunch-shouldered and homeless,
motionless and hunting breakfast.
At four in the morning,
guided by starlight,
Ethiopian women trek to the river,
for water, for hours,
with busted-up jerry cans, and communal singing.
The water is dirty, there is no choice.
Eight hours every day.
So important, so consuming.
Fetching water defines life, for some.
Now open a taken-for-granted tap,
watch the clean water come.
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