It is in
water I feel
Feel and
nourish something inside
Something
called at times primordial
But I am
assigning a different classification
In my
determination
Based on
intrinsic evidence
I say it
comes from my heritage
My blood
flows in waves
Drawn from
West Coast dwellers
They swam
in ocean waters
Breathed of
the salt soaked air
Buried themselves
willingly in the surf
Drank deeply
from salinized aquifers
Other
parts of me flow and meander
Follow a
serpentine path
Cutting through
the landscape
Floating on
like spinning leaves
Upon fresh
water rivers and streams
These were
people of the interior
Who would
float or fly
Upon land
locked lakes
In boats
or upon skis
I have read
the scientific facts
The human
body
Like
the earth
Is about
70 percent water
In my
family it is more
Just enough
that we need water
We ended
up in the desert once
It never
fit right
We had to obtained
life support
Artificial
and chlorinated
But it was
water and it was enough
At least
my mom said it was enough
It helped
her survive the dryness
When I finally
moved to the South
I was
warned it was humid
That I would
never survive
After being
in the desert
I don’t
know how I survived
As long as
I did
Without the
humidity
Where there
were no natural lakes
Where rivers
flowed only semi-annually
And the
winds arrived so thirsty
After crossing
the Rocky Mountains
That they
steal all moisture
Rip it from
the desert
And
all who dwell therein
Only to
drop it in California
So we went
to the river today
To stand
in the water
Wild water
the teems with life
That’s the
stuff that matters
Makes its
way back into me
Fills in
the dry spots in my cells
Ends
the drought
That the desert made in me
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