Flood

I used to follow clouds through the desert
Mouth gaping
Begging for rain
Catching drops on my tongue thinking my thirst was satisfied
For a moment
And never considering
I didn't have to be thirsty
I didn't have to be dry, shriveled, empty
Running with mouth open and head towards the sky

Then the river came
Gently caressing the cracked earth surrounding me

At first I lap at your edges
I think I will be swallowed by a flood
At first, I dip my hands in little pools
And then I turn and run — afraid

The river flows — away

I used to follow clouds through the desert
I could find solace in a single drop
Mouth open, head towards the sky, I forgot
About the ground beneath me

I bring my feet to your edge
I take a deep breath
I step in
I am brought to my knees

Touching you is like praying

I used to beg for rain
The river carries me away