Healing

To be held
By you
Was what I wanted
Like a tree drinking the rain
No longer parched in this Eastern land.
To have roots in my womb growing
But also to be sheltering the inborn leaves
And the green slide of happiness
Down the immense distances
Into infinite comfort.
But the land here,only clay
Still contains and consumes
The thirsty needs
The way a tree always shelters the
Unborn life.

Waiting for the healing
After the storm
Which has been our life.