Pray for rain. Against the scratching desert. All life is sacred.
The silica listens for the wind. The wind is faraway. No cloud.
She runs every morning. Not much cooler than it will be at noon.
Breathing dryness. The oiled piston arms and legs moving very well.
Let her meditate. Run the last 2K fast. Let her race her kangaroo.
Rain is coming. Yesterday and today and tomorrow. Listen. Listen.
© 2014 Rob Schackne