On Life, Living, Leaving.

thirst

isn't easy being the strong one; 

sailing the others along rivers, to

ocean currents, under depths 

of all the earth;  to let them 

fly jet streams above clouds, 

beneath sun and moon;  isn't

easy listening to memory in 

voices on long long afternoons, 

begging earth one more day. 

a windmill knows the water is

deep and waiting to quench: 

the cedar elm is thirsty. 

Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker