Water – a poem by Tom

by Thomas Walsh June 2013

Powerful, strong, almighty for long,

Three forms it daunts us with its might,

It runs, it stops and it seeps through gaps,

We would never be able to escape from it, but why should we run if it gives us life?

Because of its power we are never truly safe.

Everything has a balance,

We need it to live but to have too much would truly kill us,

Three quarters of ‘us’ are it and only 1 fourth of ‘us’ is truly ‘us’,

This liquid, this solid, this gas forever overpowers us,

Forever long, forever strong. 

We’ve bottled it,

We’ve air locked it,

We make it so cold and then so warm from one hundred degrees up, to 50 below, it truly is a king,

We lock it up; it escapes again, it’s impossible to keep contained,

Powerful, strong, almighty for long.

It flows, it floats and stops