The Waterbearer
I wander the desert
an empty jug my only
possession.
My water has long run
dry, my lips now used to
being cracked and bleeding.
My friends walk beside me,
no thirst to quench,
yet no water to spare.
They offer kind words, and
hopeful promises, and kindness
but no water.
Some pass in and out
coming, and going.
Among them is a
waterbearer
A goddess to me, I beg
for water
She gives a sip
Every time she comes I get
a mere sip though I ask for
more, though I plead to have
my own container filled.
but she passed me by,
without so much as a chance.
(2013)
