Liquid, solid, gas, vital to all life,
provided by creeks, rivers, lakes, oceans,
it’s what I drink throughout the day,
what cools hot beverages when frozen.
Accumulations of droplets promise relief from heat.
When hot, steam provides comfort.
When cold, with no taste or odor, it’s refreshing.
Water is something we crave,
hope to have for the rest of our lives.
Abbie Johnson Taylor
Abbie Johnson Taylor has published three novels, two poetry collections, and a memoir. Her work has appeared in The Weekly Avocet, Magnets and Ladders, and other publications. She lives in Sheridan, Wyoming. Please visit her website at: https://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com
Note: This poem was originally published in the January 28th 2024 issue of The Weekly Avocet and appears on my blog.