Wednesday, April 18, 2012


 Dear someone listening in the shadows, I only talk to you sometimes. And though I ask for help in riddles, it is, clearer in my mind.

Dear someone watching from the shadows, I'm clenching water in my fists. The droughts they slip right through my fingers, but there's water on my lips.

Dear someone watching from the shadows, you've seen me lose all the water from my hands. I'm not a skillful water carrier, but the raindrops keep falling on my head.

Born of a sign that carries water, but in a month that brings just ice. I'm not a skillfull water carrier, but I've learned to carry love.