Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

 

The Earth was so parched

It did not know how to receive the rain

That steadily flowed

Down from the sky

For three days

 

Gathering in large puddles and ponds,

Rushing down streets

And over hard packed soil

 

The rain was patient,

 

It kept hammering away

Creating cracks and crevasses

Pushing through

Permeating the soil

Expanding and filling it

Feeding it with hope of new life

Making a holy messes all over town

 

Sometimes,

I play the role of Parched earth

 

An actor

In my own long drawn out drama

Dying for love

Feeling to the depths of my soul

That love is my only desire

I would do anything to have it

I often plead and bargain

For just a taste

 

But when Love comes in its downpour

I play the role of the fickle fiddler

Holding onto my old songs of woe

And my attachment

To my plight against The God’s

 

I resist and fight

The flow of liquid love

Until I am covered and eroding

Only opening to it one crack at a time

Holding out for a landslide

 

What if I allowed it to fill me

Expand my surfaces

Awaken new possibilities within

What if I set down my fickle fiddle

And made new song in the rain

Scooping up mud in my hands

Holding it up in thankfulness to the sky

 

Just think of the possibilities!

The joyful possibilities!