QUENCHED
It bugged me at the beginning;
Relying
on other peoples wells
To
quench my thirst. My own
Myriad
ran dry.
I
crouched, over
Other
people’s supplies;
Drawing
up slowly, as
Droplets
fell back down
Causing
plopping sounds....
I
watched as the ripples,
Awakened
something inside
That
cool shimmering rim.
Can’t
begin to tell you
How
it felt, after being
Empty
for so long.
