Water doesn’t need rescuing:
It finds its own level,
Seeps through crevices;
Or makes them, patiently,
Invisibly, below the ground
Beneath your feet.
Yes it flows. But it can stand
Deep and still. Fed by glaciers,
Nourishing cellules.
It will embrace you,
Hold you up, allow you to face
The burning sun
In weightless wonder.
But dam it at your own peril.