Blessing by Imtiaz Dharker

‘Blessing’ by Imtiaz Dharker is a poem of the haves and the have nots.  The people in this poem do not have regular access to water. It comes, when it does, in drips.  But the municipal pipe bursts and there is a just a short time when, instead of by- passing the have nots on the way to the haves, the water bursts out on the less fortunate… and that is, indeed, a blessing.

Blessing

The skin cracks like a pod.
There never is enough water.

Imagine the drip of it,
the small splash, echo
in a tin mug,
the voice of a kindly god.

Sometimes, the sudden rush
of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,
silver crashes to the ground
and the flow has found
a roar of tongues. From the huts,
a congregation: every man woman
child for streets around
butts in, with pots,
brass, copper, aluminium,
plastic buckets,
frantic hands,

and naked children
screaming in the liquid sun,
their highlights polished to perfection,
flashing light,
as the blessing sings
over their small bones.

Imtiaz Dharker

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