Liquid gold
A poem of necessity
I’m liquid gold and from times of old
and before the beginning of time
I lay on the ground until I was found
to be more than a beautiful sign.
From a little drop often, I will not stop
till the clouds disappear from the sky
some call me manna from heaven
the tears that fall when I cry.
Though I’m small my call can echo
by notion expand an ocean
your thirst I’ll sate whilst I circulate
I’m part of a magic potion.
I filter through grains of sand
fish feel me as they swim by
ships leave me in their wake
I’m a teardrop from the sky.
I rise and ebb call and fall
and travel around more than most
I venture down vast rivers
and cruise along the coast.
On a hot day I fly away
airborne I escape from your lawn
and float into the atmosphere
then fall as dew at dawn.
I’m sometimes fresh or salted
and slippery as quick silver
you can see me everywhere
I’m potable and familiar.
So next time you turn on the tap
it’s likely I’ll appear
then pull the plug out of the bath
I’ll wave and disappear.
I’m simply a small drop of water
you can drink either hot or cold
whilst you’re asleep I’ll drop on by
my name is liquid gold!
©
David Rudder
8th July 2020
Thanks for reading.
