Ode to It

Zan Green

June 14, 2022

We all know It—

Its silkiness & Its calm

down our throats—so easily 

(Just ask anyone’s stomach)—

Its pH—made perfect for us

Yet Its preciousness—often 

disregarded—until a day or two 

of Its lacking—our body learns  

It’s a lifesaver—& bathing 

in It—Its wetting molecules

revives our unhappy scales

Or being chilled—warmed by It

& rinsing off impurities

Our clean rosy glow—newness 

in keeping with Its status 

as that of a Superstar

(& that’s just for starters)—

I haven’t even talked about

Its music—how It’s a drummer

as It’s tumbling over boulders

the wild blues of its colorlessness

& just see how It sparkles!

When it comes down to It—

we should all start a fan club

& It will be our idol

Suzanne “Zan” Green grew up in the South of England and moved to Texas in 1992. On the outside, Zan is a mother, and a geoscientist—on the inside, a dreamer for the Earth. Their poems are the tender work of healing. Zan has self-published a trilogy titled All Things Holy, and recently, a tribute to their sister Jay, called Wonderings.