every valve
leaks a little
there is no
stopping the flow.
– Gary Snyder (“Fixing the System”)
I worried once
about wasting water,
steady drip
at the trough,
at the hose bib,
at the gate valve
green year-round
gathering tree frogs,
snakes and cottontails.
Raining crystal drops
rising with Greenheads
from the tailwater
of the irrigated pasture
on a Sabbath
with my father
instead of church:
he spoke into the clouds.
With the gravity
that holds us close
to this earth,
always a little
leaks by
to remind us.
Well, John, I think this says it about as well as it can be said. Thanks.
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Thank you, George, for your kind feedback.
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Love this, even as it challenges! Your poetry first offers and then raises the bar, inviting us to stretch, to expand our awareness and understanding— to change, to become more sentient beings. I hope your class at Elko gets this!! Have a great week!
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