O my desert, woe, your pain
Forsaken clouds form to bring down rain
Resounding storms sweep toward this silent soil
This long parched and thirsty loam
Weathered hope, like one in waiting
Well of lifeblood, long filled with echoes
Do you see, I lean?
One droplet, one drop, one drip
Intravenous patience, now a sip
Yet, only the surface is touched
The heart of the matter takes time
O my desert, woe, your pain
Fractal fissures fathom your plain
Rivulets merge, turn, squirm
Intermittent beds filled, banks strain
Creeks, rapid, wash these bleached sands
Tearing loved ones from calloused hands
Do you see, I lean?
This sorrow cuts trenches
Washes down fences
Surveyed and bounded properties
Now senseless
O my desert, woe, your pain
Outpourings turned torrents, cleaved you in twain
From differences arose conventional fencing
The deluge now passed, a breached dam of tensing
A community of sameness turns toward mending
Torn hearts, common thoughts, spirits tending
Do you see, I lean?
One droplet, one drop, one drip
Intravenous patience, now a sip
Yet, only the surface is touched
The heart of the matter takes time
Image credit: My favourite spot in the desert away from the rush of the city (4 May 2022), WorldInWonder
Primitive Joe 
