
I’ve swum in the tumultuous waters
of despair – with my head below
the covering waters
and my hands clutching at straws
I’ve walked through the burning
sands of the Desert of No Love
with no water and survived –
The vultures of loss calling
above my love-burnt face
A man in the desert found me
and put a champagne flute of
the freshest water to my parched lips
But alas, I could not take a drink
from that crystal vessel
As I lay in quiet sadness
the hungry feathers of the winged beasts
clattered over me
Still gasping to hold onto an existence
a man with no water shadowed
my stricken body – what he saw
drew tears from his already
shrunken form
His heartfelt tears melted away
the dryness and the desert became
lush and green so I could be sheltered
safe in the depth of his protected forest forever…
© Kait King, 2015
