Once my bed was nourished,
my banks held back torrents.
Plush vegetation, evidence of
rains intimate loving. How
proud was I! I plumed
my edges with wildflowers.
Now...now cracks reveal my emptiness.
My once productive soil contains no
life-staining substance. My sides
crumble from lack of liquid.
How i long to feel the fluids
running through my crevices.
Perhaps tomorrow will fulfill my wish.
Till then, this mere token is evidence
of my struggle to flow, to fill once again.