Tap Dancing the Leaves

Katya Dimitrova Petrova

Tap

              dancing

        the leaves, Miss

     Droplet falls through,

She sheds while she spins

    Her mist-erious truths

 

                                                                          Slow-

                                                                  motions the bark

With the moistest of gaze

slow dance in the dark In

                                                               Romantic embrace.

 

                Drop

            slides down

   the stem, till she touches

its knuckles. The soil exhales

   invitingly and smiles with

              a chuckle

 

                                                                             She’s

                                                                         Conducted

                                                                      yet not adhered[1]

                                                                 To the aggregates’ grip

                                                               Percolating the soil matrix,

                                                            she ventures down deep. This

                                                             dirt maze fascinates her, It´s

                                                               dark, but she won´t weep.

 

                           Macro

                   -corridors, micro-

            galleries, Animal Burroughs[2]

          writing songs in alley ways, Miss

      Droplet strikes a pose and pauses her

   travel, At the capillary Fringe[3] festival, on a

stage made of gravel. She is happy, relentlessly

      waltzing around, with excited applause

          from her million hydrogen bonds[4]

 

                      Her

                  act is not

               finished, for she

            ain’t here alone. With

     Droplet came her sisters to

   the Critical zone[5]. Their dance

performance is beautifully enticing,

   All water ladies synchronously

                  tap dancing

 

                   Their

           magical tapping

       was noticed  By plant

roots up-taking Food and drink

 from the soil – new sap in the

                 making

 

                     Miss

              Droplet turned

        around pirouetting, the

roots with a smile gifted. Smoothly

  she rose, levitating, for she was

           hydraulically uplifted.

 

                  Pump

              me up, she

        said, I want to meet

     the Xylem[6], Take some,

N, P, Ca[7] with you! Whispered

her Psilocybe[8] kin. Some funk

     dance was long overdue...

 

                             Our

                       tap dancers

              whirled happy in the sap,

       Now was indeed time for more flow,

for some good hydro rap. To the top, with the

  blob, pump them up, it won´t stop, Keep the

    water column going and pressure won´t

                             drop.

 

Days

and nights

she danced non-stop

la bachata, “You forgot the

blue sky”, Smiled wisely the bright

stomata[9], Her juicy lips opened slow

with a sigh, “It is time for you my dear,

to get on your flight. Your brother the Cloud has

long being awaiting. Vapour pressure deficit[10] will

help you elevating, The wind shall help your recycle,

Travel to your next adventure in our beloved

(GREEN) WATER CYCLE


[1] …adhered to the aggregates’ grip – water close to the soil aggregates can bind strongly to them via hydrogen bonds, referenced later in the poem. This is the so called capillary water, which is the portion of water less “mobile” in the soil.

[2] Animal Burroughs – play on words, makes a reference to animal burrows, which are important pathways for water to infiltrate deeper in the soil, especially when soil is close to saturation. At the same time refers to William Burroughs, an American writer and visual artist (1914 - 1997).

[3] capillary Fringe festival – play on words. Capillary fringe is the dynamic boundary between soil unsaturated and saturated with water. In this subsurface soil layer groundwater seeps up from a water table by capillary action to fill the soil pores. On the other hand, Fringe festival makes a reference to Edinburgh Fringe festival in Scotland, a major cultural event which takes place during the month of August and features thousands of artists and art disciplines.

[4] hydrogen bond - an attractive force between a partially positive charged hydrogen (for example, found in the water molecule) and a partially negative charged atom (for example, a clay molecule part of a soil particle).

[5] Critical zone - The Critical Zone is Earth's outer skin, which “extends from the top of the vegetation canopy through the soil and down to fresh bedrock and the bottom of the groundwater” (Grant & Dietrich, 2017).

[6] Xylem - The tissue of vascular plants that conducts water and minerals, provides support, and can form the woody tissue of plants.

[7] N, P, Ca – nitrogen, phosphorus and calcium. Essential nutrients for the plants, found in the soil

[8] Psilocybe – genus of gilled fungus (mushrooms). Here their closeness to the plant roots alludes to the often symbiotic or mutualistic relationship between mycorrhizal fungi and plant roots.

[9] stomata –microscopic openings on plant leaves which allow exchange of gases (water vapour, CO2, O2) with the atmosphere

[10] vapour pressure deficit - the difference between the amount of moisture in the air and how much moisture the air can hold when it is saturated. Once air becomes saturated water will condense out to form clouds. High vapour pressure deficit favours evapotranspiration from plant leaves, but can also result in a “safety-driven” closure of stomata to avoid excessive water loss from the plant.


The Science

The poem follows closely the journey of a water droplet through the water cycle and focuses on her stay in the soil and inside a tree. She, Miss Droplet, is a dancer who moves through a variety of dance styles as she would move through/become part of different hydrological processes within the water cycle. There are also a lot of play of words and heavy terminology from soil, plant and water sciences, which are hopefully clarified in the footnotes.


The Poet

Katya is a Doctor in Geosciences, specialised in Hydrology, currently working on plant-soil water interactions in the field of Ecohydrology. A dancer since her last milk tooth fell out, she channels her geekiness through small poems and poetry has always been a hobby. Tri-lingual, she believes in the power of language and science and deeply appreciates all the art forms of nature. Find her on Twitter @DimitrovaKatyon.


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