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.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
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!
As my husband reminds me when I get whiny about things like this–“first-world problem!” 🙂 We are truly lucky…
Yes, we are!
“A tale of two hemispheres” by ……! 🙂
🙂 oh, you should write it, my friend! Am getting my global consciousness raised lately (cannot be a bad thing, at all).
…or the internet.
🙂
Impressive!
Thanks, Deb.
We could go for days with no electricity and/or water! Welcome to the Third World
Yes–that is why I am saying I am spoiled rotten–just needed to suck it up and deal with it 😉