Thursday, December 20, 2012

Water

Don't you tell me
it's precious.
Enough for some
not a drop
for others.
It flooded
to kill my baby
killed her's
dry,
in the desert sands.
Holy to some,
pray, please
don't come
as rain,
torrential
to devastate.
If you
must come,
come soft
come calm,
so a little child
can float,
a paper boat.
Better still
make a movie
in your name,
water,
in a drop,
not many,
to make
a ocean.
Salty,
with uneasy
calm, icebergs
melt,
to take away
what you,
once made.
Punish me
for being,
naughty
not that
little child,
this
little bird,
wet, cold
scared,
grasping
for breath.
Give
enough,
not more
or less,
make it
better,
not any worse.
Go away
for now
come again,
only when
you're
calm,
easy,
soft
and nice.
Make
my baby,
hers,
and hers
giggle,
reach out
a little hand
to catch,
a drop
of falling
rain.


Renton de Alwis
20th December 2012

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