Telling: Streams & Logs

At Home with the River Dragon

waiting for you

The rain has come. 
You are at the bottom of the well, love.
You have lost the stars.
You cannot hear me singing.

I will wait here, with a bowl of oranges,
and something sweet to call you,
a name so soft and warm and thrilled
with possibility — to wrap around you
when you rise streaming.

And you will.
You will.