Page 13 - Issue 19

Dolev maleh, dolev maleh

By Deborah Secular

Filling, I am filling
She gets up at five in the morning

Because soon there won’t be water

And there are more buckets that she needs to fill

Too many, it seems to me, I think that we won’t need all
of this water
But maybe tomorrow the water won’t come from the tubes

Maybe tomorrow, she tells me, I will go to the store to
buy some bottles, bottles filled with water from
countries far from here.
It won’t be enough, of course,

But how long can a drought last?

Now the buckets are completely full, but I feel empty, I
feel bad.
All of the water in my body moves faster

Why do they anger me,

These things that I cannot control?