No Safe Place 2
wet, moist ,damp, soggy,
only a lost commodity .
When I first tasted your skin
it was covered in water.
It was hard to describe but it was free.
Lakes are craters now.
A child asks “Who pulled the drain plug?” as
you drive by the empty, barren memory of a
There is deep sadness in the retreating
water leaving a reluctant
path of tears sinking into the dust,
searching for an oasis to nourish, water
and sees it’s vanishing.
Cries out to the lone red bird
perched on a burnt tree,
cries out to the cactus who needs no one,
cries out to
you and me who have forgotten water