THE ELEMENTS July 10/84 Karl Rigelhof

Water, water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
Mother, daughter don't despair
At least not until we start to sink

Sand, sand everywhere
But not a grain to keep
The sands of time from drifting by
Across our path they sweep

Wind, wind everywhere
But not a breeze to cool
The blackened ashes in the air
Or the boiling of the pool

Sunshine, sunshine everywhere
But not a ray of heat
We stumble blindly across the tundra
Cold gnawing at our hands and feet

Fire, fire everywhere
But not a flame to light
The desire to feel the warmth of care
And burn on brightly through the night