Wait for Water

Parched by loss

we pray for water.

Spirit clinks ice in our glass.

No, no, no,

“Water,” we insist.

Crushed cubes drop down,

crowning our cup.

We swirl straws

desperately seeking something

to sip in the moment.

Failing to find

what we expect,

we dump it all


beg for water again…

when all we needed

was time and space.