dry

I am made of stone

I tapped myself once, twice, but no water came

God loves Moses more than me

I want to weep long and mournful sobs

But my body is dry

Nothing flows through me now

I am an empty pipe

A shallow well

I’m as barren as Sarai

And without laughter

I’ve made you as mute as Zachariah

But nothing was ever born between us

I am the missing tide

My water has turned to salt

I am the pillar that looks back

Wondering if anything can be salvaged

Hoping someone might have been saved

Furrowed brow, far away eyes

Stomach cramping, lonely quaking

I thirst.

Why have you forsaken me?

I know my hands are scarred and bleeding

Bruised by the beating intended for you

Because of love I carry my splintered wood

And keep walking on this arid earth