Drought Desolation

My mind is parched, my thoughts brittle,

My tongue snaps, my voice is gravel.

I shrink within myself, my bones thin,

My skin peels. I crave nourishment.

My eyes peer through sand, seeking tears.

My ears crackle and click,

My throat rasps like sandpaper.

I shrivel, brown; my sap congeals.

Until heaven opens and the starved earth fills its pores,

I cannot feed the seed of love

In my heart.