Basic Waters

There is a water shortage. A problem the moon shines to introspect its tides and how they can become still with or without the clouds. I forgive the engineered outrage. Attracting everything but rhythm because to flow is to sleep next to a hut thatched with growth. While the children in the village no longer need to chew corn or drain milk from cows for nature or for their people. No need to carry buckets of water or language in long distances that they forget The Alphabet, Speaking rivers and lakes of a lost youth. An unprotected innocence, choosing for this thirst to be satisfied with a new system. Too many missing words in all our constitutions.