THE WATER IS WILD

I sit with my yearning, 
with my breath.

I'm devouring 
the life that 
pours into and 
gushes beyond 
me.

After decades of drought,
a cleansing and creative cascade
fills the arroyo of my soul. 

The water is wild. 

So, save your bits of dry tinder, 
for when you need fire, 
they will come in handy.

In the meantime,
be cleansed of spring pollen 
and late summer dust.

Then, 
come to the window and watch.

The little birds, they 
feast on autumn worms.