Poem by Jim Culleny

Isn’t it a miracle that
three atoms have combined
in electric love to become
that fluid substance that
bears boats and wrecks ships,
that fills bays that breed and
protect life, that sustains it,
the essential stuff of bodies and minds,
the billows of overhead mist that rain
and surge through taps, the stuff of glaciers
that have weighed upon continents for millennia,
until now

—isn’t it?

Jim Culleny
4/13/22