your waters are clear and sweet

The job of a grasshopper is to hop.

Yours is not.

your job is to watch a grasshopper hop,

Like a popcorn on fire

it hops until it finds a cool ground,

Until it finds a nourishing wall of the uterus,

The world is like a grasshopper
and popcorn, hopping and popping
and burning --

Look what is happening in the streets of  Egypt.

You are the ocean
and your waters are clear and sweet.

you are a thirst-quencher and
 tender heart.

You are an oak tree
that shelters multitudes

 under her  love canopy.