water from the well

My understanding is that he is going up, into the desert, today. He always returns changed, altered, evolved. He sits in the barren world and reaches out and connects with life and beyond life as defined by the limited parameters of this sphere. He prays. Not like those who pray in public to prove their piety and hypocrisy.

I hope the sand dragons come out to play with him. They are his brothers, his children and his friends. They wait for him.

water from the well

the water from the well
tastes sweet
and cold.
and old
wives' tales
tell me that there
is magic in every sip.
would that I could
take a drip
and bottle it to sell
to the shaman
in the canyon.
to make a charm
of sand dragon skins,
with which to bring
your love back to life
while I yet endure.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.