Thirst

Lost in wheat plain swaying breezes all yellow

Pushed by the wind and hiding in holes

Look up to the sky dark raindrops are falling

Life moves with water and power with storm

 

Feeble you follow the moss grown trickle

It must feed a stream strong steady and pure

Bypass the field scented sweet honeysuckle

Where cows pour their milk for butter to churn

Step light the thick roots watching owls sleep in hollow

Bluebird and finch melodies for the crows

In harmony rests ever-balanced precision

If you caw when you sing, come open your soul

Surely the stream must lead to a river

With shivering ripples capped warm with white foam

Across the wide bank finds the pigs pink and tender

Flesh flaying from bone, come feast on their loins

 

Far below jagged cliff river gives to the ocean

With expansive reflection both blinding and gold

Here, stop and wait for your own contemplation

Knowledge will come when you’re truly alone