We’ve lost sight of the Source it seems.
The Source of our waters — our sinks, our fountains,
the Beloved of our mothers, our fathers.
The lakes and rivers have been turned
to faucets and levers. A bond just about severed.
Oh, help us to return to our Source;
for even a moment of eyes gazing upon alpine shores,
of lungs breathing silvery air, oh even a moment
would be enough to enliven the desert cracks,
which run through my sink and soul.
Hannah Arin is a junior at Pitzer College pursuing a double major in religious studies and philosophy.
