Spring Water

I’m too worried to live, sometimes I’m thinking. Thinking takes over my mind. Wish I could rinse it with the clothes. Don’t need to wash, just fresh water. Sometimes I think that is the purest thing in our lives. Our water. Melts. And trickles down and sometimes flows. If there is the snow. Never thought there would be lack of water when we moved in. And no well. From all the crap in the atmosphere and planet warming. So here we are. Tragedies unravel. Regroup, get stronger. People’s lives at the will of their so-called leaders. Well, they are leaders. To destruction. Masculine competition for the high chair. Wish it was the electric chair. They are babies. Without compassion there is no adulthood. And celebrities take over and run their mouths into our minds. And put down everything to build themselves up to be leaders with baby brains. Back to water. What will we do if there isn’t enough snow and rain? Will the National Guard bring trucks of water for us? Of course we can’t have gardens, grow our own vegetables. Except a very small quantity, from saved water mostly. I will drink it with the appreciation. As long as we have it. It doesn’t help, the myriads of big new houses. All sucking the water out, as they overuse it. But then, as my Aunt once said, “Well, it’s progress.” She taught her children to be just as Republican as she. The only progress there can be is regress. Of the number of human beings. And how can that happen without massive cruelty? Who knows? I’m tired of the human race pestering Mother Earth. And not caring to care. This water is so precious. So delicious. So saving. Of grace. /larry goodell / placitas village, new mexico

Note: We in the old land grant Village of Placitas are on a dual acequia system (very rare). We get both our drinking water and our irrigation water from several springs that are fed by the melted snow pack on the Sandias. So the less snow and rain we have, the less water. But the water is the best water I’ve ever experienced. lg

This wonderful exhibit of photographs and digging and working utensils, and the presentation to a standing room audience from members of the Placitas Acequia System was all an educational success. Many thanks to Jillian Gonzales and others putting it together. lg

About larry goodell

A native New Mexican exploring his viable extensions - poet, performer, publisher - hand to hand creating spaces for poetry to be live in - reading events, recordings, online battles with the fluid digital, and tangible publications out of his vocal spirit.
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