Water

I awake to the sound of rain and the taste of dream lingering on my tongue,

Visions of leaping headfirst, breasts bared, into water

Submerging myself until I wash away the dehydration.

I am so thirsty, so hungry, so aching

and these mornings still

Finding myself digging my toes into the earth, 

Hoping to grow roots that crawl down to core

Steaming tea in hand, breathing the not so distant echo

of autumn's call to arms.

I am craving less deficiency in change, the shift to readiness, to feel

The water

Slide across each crevice of skin and into the deepest call of my being.