Tag: Water

I found a clock in the creek. It’s broken with all its hands missing. It was ghastly. I loved it the moment I saw it.

I found other things in the creek too. There was a prink pride cap, a broken nail paint bottle, a backpack, some utensils and a ruddy old tire. I heard an echoing rumble while skipping back home. I have been hearing echoing rumbles all the time these days, I wonder why. My Aunt said that the water rumbles before it fills the creek. Is the water coming?

I wonder why it rumbles.

Is it hungry?

My Uncle says that the Water is hungry all the time. He told me She ate the whole earth once when people lived on boats. That sounds desperate and sickly, doesn’t it?

I don’t get along with Water too well. I don’t like boats either; they make me seasick. I don’t think I’ll survive if the water gets very hungry again.

What does she do with so much hunger? It must be so scary being driven by one emotion, one desire...

My mother says that if we do not feed the hungry, they steal and that’s sad because hunger is not greed, it is our right.

Maybe the Water believes we are stealing from her and that’s why she gets so ragefull.

“Why are we taking away what’s rightfully hers, Mother?”

Does the Water feel the silence, too? I wonder if silence makes her angry, the way it makes me angry.

My Dad says I wonder too much. He was feeding me cake as he said that; it left me confused.

I have never told anyone this; I am telling you now, please keep it a secret, can you?

I have heard the broken clock whisper to the tune of the Banjo, the water in the creek ripples when it begins to whisper.

Is it whispering the tune of the Water? Is She coming?

But the Water dances when the Banjo plays and the air and the earth stops trembling. Maybe it calms the Water’s nerves. Maybe it puts her to sleep or maybe the clock is convincing the Water to give us more time.

The Water listens to the clock. Maybe they are friends.

They Water rumbles; The clock sings; It’s a nice harmony.