The great Irish writer James Joyce once wrote in a letter to his brother, "I am trying to give people some kind of intellectual pleasure or spiritual enjoyment by converting the bread of everyday life into something that has a permanent artistic life of its own." When I first read this statement, this interest in and reverence of the mundane fascinated me. Then, not long after, I took a special interest in a hose that was running into the street as I walked home from school. Water is the earth's most precious resource, and I was saddened to see so much of it go to waste. This was my inspiration for this poem about that waste.