Water Run

By field and hill and sky,

and I by water run.

I pound the ground with beaten feet

to meet where water runs.

A turbaned man with pail in hand

comes to watch the water run.

His family standing, waiting near

to taste and hear the water run.

Far from fountain flowing,

Life blood coursing

Through city streets.

Running water knowing,

Leading us together

Where our lives meet.

Grab the next in line

and we'll all fall down,

everything and all God's children

under the sun.

Never stop to question

before we're flat against the ground.

Absorbed in our complacency,

we let the water run.

From all sides the great divide

decides which way the water runs,

and all the same so far from me,

across the sea the water runs.

Around the earth to make them think,

they take a drink from water run.

We through the current send, receive.

To end, we leave the water running cold.

In each home the faucet leaking,

One more thing broken

Left to mend.

And all along we sit there seeking,

Un-acting, wishing

It to end.

Here, the water runs thicker than blood.