Water Master

“Water Master,” Ensign, Mar. 1984, 54

Water Master

Ensign Poetry Contest Winner First Place

He groans at the headgate,

Visceral groans,

His hands wrenched by the weight

Of the board, alone

On the hill.

All earth thirsts for his lifting,

Cracked in the sorrow of sun,

Blistered by arid winds drifting

Dust fields to oblivion.

Trembling to open the sluice

He leans over the world to unloose

An outpouring that purls

Over parched ground where he moves

To let the floodgate water in:

Earth breathes to the current

Surging crystalline.