So much water, why not share it?
—Margaret Hasse, “Water Sign“
In the beginning, the only thing present before water
was divided from sky on Day Two: Voice moving o’er water.
He wrote the textbook (literally) — during engineering
the River Lea, Manual of Hydrology, Beardmore water.
In drier climates people are frugal with water that’s left
after washing dishes, irrigate gardens with chore water.
Coconuts grow in the tropics. Whether green or brown they are
coveted treats, a cache of sweet liquid, hidden core water.
Lead. Vanadium. Arsenic. Uranium. Revegator
was a crock cure in 1912, snake oil treatment, ore water.
On the Zambezi River, a traveler can hear it from
forty kilometers — the Victoria Falls roar WATER!
The moon tugs on the edges of the earth’s liquid blankets, kicks
them off, pulls them back, over and over, these tides of shore water.
Tension on the Red Sea’s bank when the slaves were fleeing Egypt —
how to cross? Moses made a path, raised a staff, tore water.
Imagine if we were made of wool, if like the Wicked Witch
of the West we shrunk when we got wet, then we’d abhor water.
Little statue — supposed to be modeled after a ballet
dancer. She refused when she learned Mermaids only wore water.
Rumbling thunder. Terrifying lightning. Wind ripping tree limbs.
A mythical hammer is pounding the heavens: Thor water.
HOLD FAST or an anchor or a heart with MOTHER — sailors get
tattoos. One wanted a wave, fresh ink on shoulder, sore water.
The concrete floor hid a reservoir that filled with rain water.
The house stayed cooler in summer — clever way to store water.
Utah promises adventure of all sorts —- climb, hike and ski,
river running tours that raft the rapids, splash white Splore water.
Hydration Carrier, intimidating name for canteen.
Nalgene flask in a tactical holster pouch, Condor Water.
Children are playing out in the heat. They have a hose and a
bag of balloons, they are laughing and filling up war water.
Everyone is under some kind of pressure, from you and me
to scuba divers. But should we measure in torr or water?
Black, white, advection, hoar, window or rime — all are sorts of frost.
No matter the terminology, they all are frore water.
Dolphin Safe says the tin, a bold claim, a hope porpoises can
find their way out of nets should they swim in albacore water.
Twenty sher, forty lines, forty days, forty nights. Halima
knows Noah declined an encore, he wanted no more water.
Cute, witty poem. Love it’s playfulness. Enjoy do your,poems that Chiedu has posted on his Facebook wall.