Waiting for Rain
The Drought Years
Can dust get more dry?
How deep may the sun burn?
What will I say when we finally meet beyond the desert?
Words turn to sand in my throat
Unwatered seeds dormant on desiccated leaves
A dim picture on the screen, swimmers
in an Olympic pool, another mirage
Shimmering waves, and
shrinking trees nevertheless signal a presence
An old pantheon, survivors in an oasis
A yet untapped source