in honor
of what feeds us
and keeps us alive
what allows us to keep moving
and this whole
love thing to continue to beat
we run our faucets all over the street
and the wars
the wars, i know they will come
the things we old precious
we just let them run
inside and outside
this chaos brings
it always comes down to the simpler things
turn on your tap
joy comes out
for how much longer
i do not know
i hope we can sow
on this hope
and plant new seeds
and realize
that our lives must
be lived by generational needs.