River Reborn
Written by: Dave DeRose
Dry, desolate,
desert
Winds whips pebbles
and tosses tumble weeds
Abandoned, desiring,
yearning
Mouth open wide with
chapped lips
Face pointed to the
heavens praying
Arms spread wide,
circling in anticipation
Tung dances like a
kid’s hand reaching for the cookie jar
Where is my drop?
When is it coming?
***
Then the deluge
Rain saturates every
pore
Soaking skin
like a dry sponge
I stand there
My spiral slows
Mouth filling up with
water
Hands taking their
rightful place near my heart
***
Thankful, I lay down
in the moist soil
Prayers have been
answered
Unknown made known
I am revitalized
Cool fat raindrops
pelt my face
Head laid back into
soft wet earth
Thoughts of
thankfulness overcome
The moisture settles
me into my place on this earth
