THE PUDDLE

The Puddle

As I sit there as calm as can be if you step on me it could be a leap, as the saying goes; still waters run deep. I remember my little cousin stream, she lived in Maine where the black bog that lurked beneath her was five feet deep.

I said that I’m a puddle not a Poodle, don’t try to hug me like that little pooch, it won’t be any pee you see but smelly water with maybe a frog or some poopee? Someone changed my clothes from dirty to clean, put me in a fancy bottle, gave me a new name; Pure water, I will never be the same. From my lowly state, now I sit by your plate, for me, like many good things today you must *pay. Even though my name is not Champagne everyone in the dry Deserts knows me especially when life has decided not to linger, all the gold they would give up for just one drop of me on their finger.

My elite brothers who dwell on high burst forth from the mighty mountains that kiss the sky, they sparkle in the Sun with joy as they flow
to the Sea to be united again with each other. Though we are different, we have the same Mother.

*I remember laughing when we lived in New York and someone on the radio said that one day we would pay for water! We received our water from huge Reservoirs upstate, it was protected and constantly tested and was considered one of the best waters in the USA. Today the laugh has left and we pay for our “Spring” water because the water here “Isn’t fit to put out a fire” because of what is added to it, Chlorine being only one. We had our water tested and the Chlorine amount was equal to what was in our Pool.

Author Ken
April 25, 2017