After a month of drought
\ncarnations fell.
\nWildebeests pounded on the ground.
\nRain curled like lianas
\non the trellis.
\nWind sighed like childbirth
\ndelivering new hope.
\nI tasted the sky on my mouth
\nand I was happy.
\nHappy like solitude hearing a voice.
\nShoulders unburdened.
\nMy hands like craters filling with water.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t thirst that drained me
\nor watching trees wilt
\nand become silent.
\nIt was the need to be filled.
\nTo hear the arrival of rain
\nin the distance.
\nA beloved face coming home.
\nThe heart\u2019s heart returning,
\ngiving me back
\nthe bread of a rose,
\nthe excitement of a dance.<\/p>\n
The world
\nopening its arms
\nand laying down beside me
\nafter a long absence,
\nwith a peace deeper
\nthan the nakedness
\nof the stars.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
After a month of drought carnations fell. Wildebeests pounded on the ground. Rain curled like lianas on the trellis. Wind sighed like childbirth delivering new…<\/p>\n