QUENCHED

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.