Not a day goes by that I don’t
think about how blessed
I am to have running water,
clean water, water to drink,
to cook with, to wash myself
and my clothing, to flush
what my body can’t use
away from me.
we refused them
the last few drops
of water knowing
it was all that was
keeping them alive.
I think about how much water
it takes to fill your body and mine,
and how it flows through us without
our thinking about it.
how much longer
it would have added
to their hearts beating
we had no way of knowing
My dreams are of Water Protectors.
I think how sacred they
are to our way of life,
to staying alive. I feel
the burden, the duty,
the heaviness of carrying water
to crops, to livestock,
to the garden patch.
it was the knowledge
that it added time + agony
to our own days and nights,
not theirs, that we feared.
Sometimes the weight of my own
water is too heavy to carry alone.
Emotions flow through us,
fill our vessels, escape
our eyes as water droplets,
lift as rainbow against autumn sky.
one asked for milk;
how he longed for the sweetness
of the taste.
the connection
of being joined
to his mother
didn’t cross our minds
until he was gone.
I remember the joy of carrying
my children, filled with their own water,
inside of me. And then my water
broke and they carried their water
forward, away from me.
they were able to live because
of breast milk I made from my water.
it was then
we realized
it would not have
made a difference
in his pneumonia;
in anything except
a small pleasure
we had no right to deny.
I watch as the Water Protectors
are hurt by their water,
our water,
as it is used
as weapon
against them.
~ Ronda Miller
Ronda Miller is district president of Kansas Authors Club, as well as state VP of the club. She is a Life Coach who works with clients who have lost someone to homicide. Miller enjoys wandering the high plateau region of NW Kansas where the Arikaree Breaks whisper into the sunset and scream into blizzards and t-storms. Her quote, “Poetry is our most natural connection among one another” best exemplifies her belief in poetry. She created poetic forms Loku and Ukol and co authored the documentary The 150 Reride of The Pony Express. Her books of poetry include Going Home: Poems from My Life and MoonStain (Meadowlark Books, May of 2015).
Powerful!
Another beautiful poem by an amazing lady!
When I first read this poem, I told Ronda that it struck a chord. I’ve always felt compelled to do something for 3rd world countries where people walk for miles to acquire water each day. This poem was just what I needed as a stimulus. I quickly logged onto the ELCA (I’m Lutheran) Good Gifts site and purchased water purification tablets to send to a 3rd world country. Someday, I’d love to build a well! This is poetry at its best – it stirs the soul to action. I hope it has the same affect on others as it did on me.
I’m thirsty. Nice.