in the Weatherings anthology from FutureCycle Press
© Ray Zimmerman 2017
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.