Do Not Worry about the Dry Season

Do not worry about the dry season:

There is a lake

In the center of your hands

That contains the entire universe

Of wonder and desire.

There is a world

That would drink from that lake

So full of souls

It has banished every word

For loneliness

Or forgotten.

Arise, say good morning

To the bells of your life.

Something has been saved

From every woman’s house

Ever burned: Something

Pulled to shore

From every continent of human doings

Gone down in dark water:

Something has been saved

And is held forever—

In the word you alone

Can speak to life.

Published in the anthology, Dona Nobis Pacem

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