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Watershed

By Jennifer Howard

 

A drop of coolness from this well

and I will ease myself back into the desert.

I will not disturb your bland afternoon rest

with the intrusion of the nomad into your midst.

I know that I do not belong here

with you people in your ordinary lives.

Life has added strangeness that still does not mark me to the naked eye

but like chicks before the serpent you shiver.

There's one here that doesn't belong,

and subconsciously you step aside from my path.

Let me sip lightly so as not to contaminate this water with my stain

and stumble away from the humanity I am no longer a part of.

Fist to mouth to drive back the hollow cry of bitterness and pain

my grief has made me anathema to the rituals of modern life.

Paper pushed on pen has no meaning to those who have lost a child

let me return to my wasteland and leave us both in peace.

Copyrightę2000 Jennifer Howard