I Was [Dreaming of Rain] 021812

Sleep - that startled bird will take some time to settle.

"To fuck" is no longer
in my vocabulary,

a weathered and ragged pine, I rest amidst
the rough and tumbled granite blocks of time,

my eyes pitted marble
raised in supplication
with a prayer for rain
in a year of drought.

I make the call.
But will He come
and make it happen?
Will He bring it?
Will He?