Watery Scenes

Your hands on my shoulders hold me above water

Below me ripples over crags 

Certain pain threatens to interrupt 

I refuse 

close my eyes

listen to the sound of the endless stream

Gurgling through me

My feet no longer touch the ground

My lungs no longer await the rising tide

Breath of life easier today than yesterday

I thank you for cajoling my eyes closed

so that i might finally rest

the tumultuous clamor has ceased

across the screen a new scene 

The colors before me brighten

The cinema changes tone

The sepia that I thought was my own

Is now a rose shade

The dust bowl has seen droplets of you

My personal drought has come to an end