A sign reads "Ministry of Water"
No wonder
Water runs one day, the next day dry
Bottled water purchased daily like lattes in the U.S.
I find myself praying for water to wash and bathe
Thankful when it comes even in frigid cold
Singing hallelujah's when it's hot
My son finds some hanging laundry
He starts to engage with it for distracted play
I explain the differences in what we have
And, what is left bereft here
Yet it is I who feel bereft
My heart is opening
They are first world in smile and courtesy
Service and presence
I hope to dig my own well back home
Learning to pump and carry and pour
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