River Water
We all go down to the river
moving past the large crowds
gladiators, pushing and shoving
tin cans and jugs
water-skins hanging by rope on flesh
all are trying to get just
a small amount, other attempting
much larger feats. The flaws
that occur are the consumption
of two much. Always desiring
more then is needed. The large
smorgasbord, the over-weight
cake, the jug overflowing
with the River's water. The
insanity boils over like a pan
upon the stove, a teapot,
screaming in steamy agony.
A small girl goes pass
the chaos, pass the fancy
jugs and water-skins
balancing on her innocent hand
a small tin cup, just small
just perfect enough for her.
Wading into the cool water
she can feel the entire unity
of everything in the cool
wetness. The people's hands,
feet, jugs and cups all
unified, submerged in this
vast ocean. Many try to
gulp down, greedily abuse
this commons source we
all must share with each
other. The child is the perfect
example. Taking enough for
herself, ignoring all manmade
obstacles. Truly the
water is much more
appreciated and sweeter,
cooler to her young mouth
then all of their throats
combined. That is true understanding
of the River.
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