How It Felt

How it Felt

I am the parched world

ripping myself apart for a drop of water

killing, hurting, defiling,

so ravenous am I.

Cracks wrest open in my chalky skin,

twisting wider and deeper into great dry gorges

whirlwinds of dust strike through me.

Clouds of dust and dirt rise and cover me

and darkness overtakes me

as I choke on air that fills my dry lungs with piles of dirt and sand.

I am gasping, desperate, dead.

And then:

a drop.

And another.

And the water begins to fall,

fall,

fall,

fall,

fall,fall,fall,fall…...

BOOM!

A great deluge rushes fiercely over me.

My parched and dried up body fills with water.

Clean, pure, sanctified water.

Oversaturated, I can hold no more but still it comes,

still it washes over me in great waves

sinking to my core.

Still it keeps coming.

I am drowning,

I am dead.

The sun begins to come out of the clouds

exposing my death

exposing my life.

I am the wet world,

fertile and ready to grow.

I hold a tiny seed that slowly sprouts,

unfurls,

wakes to a fresh new world.

I am a million questions budding,

every breath a new revelation,

eager and hungry,

I am fed.