...and counting...

9/24/2003

 
Writer's Block
from 1/27/2003

I emptied the ocean where I once swam day and night
I splashed and splashed until the ocean was dry

So, like a good surfer boy I began the walk to shore
and I searched for waves, but there were no more

Now there was desert where once had been sea
I only had mirages of fading memories

Each time that I found the slightest pool of water
it absorbed into the sand as the sun grew hotter

Then it seemed that the soil and even my brain
were completely dehydrated, in dire need of rain

And so as time passed it became very clear
that I should be happy with one drop, should it appear