8/03/2014

Mojave Rain

Fine, sweet rain
on dessicated earth.  The juice
of birth, its first breath

passing through
its chiseled, withered
tunnel.

This land is sacred
like afterbirth
drying on

its cord.

1 comment:

grapeling said...

I don't think I've ever encountered a metaphor for rain like this. vivid, visceral, impactful ~