Wednesday, April 08, 2020

The hiker pauses under broiling sun,
uncaps the canteen to let its liquid
flood lips, mouth, gullet and
go to guts to be pumped
up to neurons in brain,
down to soles of feet,

pauses to think thanks
for this momentary share
of this planet's melting snows,
lakes and oceans,
scatterings of rain.

Tom Keene
June 11, 2014