Dry and burnt
Thirst for the river
Just out of reach
Lick cracked lips,
Do you know you’re thirsty today?
Stare at the pavement watching the waves juggle Your restless mind.
What will you find today that hasn’t already been found tomorrow?
Wandering through brown once green leaves, listening for the crumbles of dying things.
Gasping for the moisture, I begged not to drown me.
Under a shady tree
Still no reprieve.
But still, this day, I would not change.                                    The frigid chill knows no place in these weary summer bones.
For each moment is its own, it will not return tomorrow.
Lay still
Look up
The rain will pour again.