faucets

last night
I read a book
where
what comes out of faucets
was not predictable

& thought
for just a moment
about how here
water

flows from these pipes
automatic as breath
& as casual–
a given

these pipes
are never dry
unless frozen

such a simple thing
taken for granted

but today
while I wrote a poem
about water
in a parking lot

a pipe burst

& we were without tap water
for four hours

no big deal
for those
who carry water inside
daily
to use it

& don’t get me started
on the sulking that happens
when we lose power
for 20 minutes

let alone days.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to faucets

  1. davidtrudel says:

    I spent a summer in the Yukon once, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere was home and the water was hauled from the Klondike River a couple of hundred yards away. Sure made me appreciate modern plumbing! When you get the next book published, you’ll have to pair this with the earlier one on facing pages!

    • Oh, gosh, David…thanks. Still working on getting #1 published. Have to say I bet the lack of plumbing was probably a nice tradeoff for everything else you had–speaking of those transcendentalists–you had that cabin in the woods!

  2. Karin Wiberg says:

    As my husband reminds me when I get whiny about things like this–”first-world problem!” :-) We are truly lucky…

  3. “A tale of two hemispheres” by ……! :-)

  4. nelle says:

    …or the internet.

  5. Deborah Avila says:

    Impressive!

  6. We could go for days with no electricity and/or water! Welcome to the Third World

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