As published in the Weatherings Anthology from FuterCycle Press.
Look through our disguise.
Find we are water.
Spread us thin and cast for trout
among rogue molecules,
deuterium laced water.
Distill us and build a bomb,
aided by that heavy water.
Trap us behind dams,
generate power
as we fall homeward.
Use us to polish silver.
Expiate every blemish.
Leave a shine.
Sail hard to leeward
on liquid, once part of a star.
Drink us down
when you finish Pilates.
You too are water,
at least 98 percent, and
not enough to go around.