Writing

The people built the wall 

With their hands in their pockets 

Brick by brick 

Lifted over heads bowed low

Then they tore it down 

Hands bleeding 

And I wait for you

It's dangerous, exciting

I know who you are.

We have planted our seeds in soft soil

but then the droughts came

and the soil hardened

cracked

turned on our seeds

and what was once a garden is now a deathbed

shriveled up

seemingly hopeless

as I stumble out of the truck, I look up

and I start thinking 

and I just can’t stop

as I gaze into the Milky Way

I can’t help but notice 

Sand runs down 
and into the chasms below. 

Gone.

If you could 
turn back time, 
you would go back to that day 
when she was playing 
in the pool. 

I-

I     wish-

I wish         I-

I wish I             was-