Poetry is a writing form I avoid. I don’t paint word portraits or scenes. I fail at rhyming. But I am taking the Intro to Poetry tutorial offered by Bloggers U. The “why” of it is too complex. Call it a learning thing.
Day 1 topic is water. Form suggestion is haiku.
I live on a rather circular island roughly 17 miles in diameter. Water surrounds me. And yet, drinking water is not very plentiful. Most of us purchase it imported in bottles–multi-liter ones, personal-sized ones, every measure in between. Water serves as a partial gratuity for workers, a social nicety similar to an offer of coffe or tea, and a highly conserved natural resource. Plants get watered with recycled wash water, showers are turned off during soaping and scrubbing. It is better conserved here among full-time residents here than it is in California during fraught season. Just as in California, we don’t get much rain here, and the mid-day sun sucks up what water it can so clouds can drop it elsewhere.
And so, having set the background, here is my attempt at a haiku to water.
Drip, drip into bowls / ecologists and the dog / rejoice in small sips.