I Am Mud

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I smell the rain before it drops from

Heaven…

I feel the droplets

Gentle…

At first; cooling me on a hot day

Massaging…

The rocks in my back

Now it’s stronger and demanding

Saturating…

The Earth of my being

For….

I am the soil

Water drowns the tiny holes

Insects…

Have dug for their home

My…

Only supply for air

Once…

My soil becomes

Wet, dark and ugly

Splatters…

I’m the remaining

Mess…

For I am

Mud…

7:47 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013