ONE STORM

 

The rain excites me

—drought of the passing months,

earth cracking like aging skin,

fires breaking out from within the earth

or the kindled hearts of arsonists,

trickles meandering through the vadis

that were once rivers, Sea of Galilee receding

as if it given up its dialogue with the shores—

 

One storm and my heart swells with hope

as if I’d been born

yesterday