Where All The Water Comes From Poem by Jessica Warrior

This year was nothing but water
Wet pages that couldn't be written on
This year was nothing but water
Sweaty skin of me, couldn't be written on
This year was nothing but water
The water was covered with a thick green scum
Shaped in clouds like a mackerel sky
And I mistook any yellow with sun

A balloon in the atmosphere
Leaves me down here
A balloon in the atmosphere
Leaves me behind here
Distending away any thoughts of survival

This year is still continuing through tunnels
To the undergrounds, cellars of heaven
We'll dry out progressively before their returns
Rains of north measured out the earth
Dampening all there is to inhale
So I blow it out, written on the air
It'll sit on your skins
So now you know

A balloon in the atmosphere
Leaves me down here
A balloon in the atmosphere
Leaves me behind here
Distending away any thoughts of revival



Jessica Warrior