dust

rain
is a tease
when dirt rises
to spin in vision
like small dervishes
dancing prayers

or hides between roots

never enough water
to fill wells

to feed these sticks
I planted

& there
I can see it
the great lake dwindles

to skim the edge
off our thirst

but I still taste dust
in my mouth

with each breath

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to dust

  1. nelle says:

    Drought. I can recall some drought conditions from my childhood, but what the country endures now, worst of my lifetime, and you captured it well.

  2. Rhonda says:

    Dang…you back to this? Thought you were in a rainy pattern again like we are. Time for another rain dance?

  3. My favorite part is the last few stanzas:

    & there
    I can see it
    the great lake dwindles
    to skim the edge
    off our thirst
    but I still taste dust
    in my mouth
    with each breath

    You have been having a really good day, eh?

  4. Deborah Avila says:

    There’s a sense of impartiality ~quite vibrating! Hugs~Deb

  5. doncarroll says:

    very nice susan. your lines, “to feed these sticks i planted and there i can see it the great lakes dwindled” to me seems like a great take on as to the thirst for words. but yes, as to drought, i know what you mean:)

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