Cistern
I need a cistern
To collect the rain
From my cloudy vision
As my face sinks
I need a cistern
To collect my trauma
From all the bruises
Incurred within forty years
I need a cistern
To collect the livelihood
With pain nourishing flowers
Upon a fertile bed
I need a cistern
To collect my thoughts
As my mind races
On a butterfly’s wings
I need a cistern
To collect these memories
Purified for the land
Which is now dry
I need a cistern
To collect myself
So I may venture
Toward prosperity