I listened to the sounds of water
on the first day of summer
the steady gentle pattering of rain
on leaves and earth –
after many dry days of wind and heat
from the unrelenting glaring sun
listening to the increasing pace of rhythmic knocking
as heating water bubbles struck the sides of the teakettle
before the steam arose in an ear-piercing whistle
transported through time to childhood memories
of the tinkling gurgling brook that taught me to sing
and the power of the roaring waves coming in from the sea
and the hisses as the water rushed back to its home
sounds once heard that cannot be forgotten
though they bring nostalgia tinged with sadness
knowing how little regard we have shown
toward the oceans, rivers, lakes, and brooks
that have continued to share the essence of life
along with the songs of the water they carry
Reflections inspired by my summer reading:
Rachel L. Carson (1989). The sea around us (Special Edition). New York, NY: Oxford University Press.
Aldo Leopold (1966). A sand county almanac: With essays on conservation from Round River. New York, NY: Ballantine Books.
Although I wish I had read their work decades ago, I am nonetheless grateful for the interesting path my life has followed.