I
leaned today against a tree and watched
as
those around me
drank
of water falling from the sky.
How
easy it seemed for these beings to accept,
to
open their hearts; to surrender
to
that beyond their control. To say:
I
cannot do it alone, I need your help.
I
leaned against the fir, my mind far from clear.
I,
too, wanted to drink of the well, yet
my
mouth remained parched as my shoulders grew wet.
I
leaned against her roughened skin.
Wanting. Desperately wanting;
demanding in my need.
demanding in my need.
I
leaned against her heart, tired; at last, defenseless.
There
was nothing left. I lay down with the dead leaves and broken twigs
the
damp earth on my cheek and let go
and drank of the sweet moisture seeping into my soul.
