Sierra July
Water pulses from
her palms.
She hands it
freely to those in need.
Broken lips and
desert tongues
Revived.
She smiles. Later,
reads her hands.
Noticing new lines
and cracks. She
Wonders if it will
dry out.
Will she?
Poet’s Notes: Thinking of the fear that some have
that giving blood will bleed them dry, I pictured someone who could give the
water from their body away, pure as a spring. I wondered if a person like that
would dry up or if, as in the blood scenario, that person had nothing to worry
about as more water would be created in her unique cells. Here, I made the
fountain girl a bit fearful, but determined, an altruistic being.
Editor’s Note: I found this one to be an
interesting speculative poem as the poet intended. However, I also read
into it a larger metaphor with the girl being "mother earth,"
especially in view of the global water shortage and changing climate.
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