ENDING TO AN ENDLESS DROUGHT

An endless drought. . .

Impossible
to wait it out. . .

It’s time
to let it cry. . .

Alas,
the tears
of one of God’s true daughters
want to roll,
but, disappointingly,
the well is found to be
bone dry. . .

What can she do,

but mimic every creature
that ever in the world flew,
with such verisimilitude
that she can soar to reach
the wild yonder blue?

And, catapulted thus
into the earth’s grand dome
that inspires and protects us,

She does disperse,
like a sole voice
both gained and lost
to blend with lofty sounds
of choir high,
thus streaming and releasing grief,
and, in the wake of this relief,
she finds again
the peace and joy and happiness
that she once knew,
becoming one
with solid Earth
and broad, unending Sky.

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