Longing

A creek , a brooklet

or the lost glacial stream

that found her fate

down the plains

Coursing through bends,

falls steep,

thickets unyielding

and cities ingrate

She tumults past waves,

between the shores

that can't keep up

with her yearning

The longing to be

with the sea

that makes her flow,

a river unbecoming

The longing that keeps

the world from going arid,

parched by the obsession

with self