Thirst Overcomes Me
A rendition of tragedy,
Oh God what has become of me?
I stop in the sweltering heat to focus, relax,
drop my backpack and sit on top of it.
The sand burns my soles,
soggy rubber from the UV after three days of searing heat.
Water gone, brother saw defeat and headed for the highway.
I am alone
I am only me
In the sweet sanctuary I can be
drop the ball nobody is going to maul you, drop you or call you on it.
You have a second, a moment what is it.
New to me, relax my friend,
I see what you see.
Mirage fading into ocean waves of sand floating toward me.
Mile on mile comes before me asking for water, feed me.
Feed me.
I’m thirsty.
Its only a dream a rendition of what 1 want to see, the bliss laid before me media fed 24 / 7 into my head and I watch it,
I suck it up soak it as a stimulus
casual calm paranoia makes it OK
tolerable.
I think that this grass is edible
sane beats my hide
shade only causes time to think about my pain
my thirst is intolerable.
Chew the grass to make the saliva flow.
One more step and here I go
traversing dunes and mile after mile of empty ruins,
forgotten castles built in years gone by
families without electricity or plumbing,
the necessities of life stake their claim to fortune,
to a life away.
From the society thirty years ago or more,
Fifty before you or I were born
they found forgiveness in the cinders,
the soil of volcanoes spewing ashes
cultivating sorrow.
Beans, corn, weeds,
they made shelter from the sun
from hard work they raise the generations to be strong.