affirmative

in my hand
holds a pen

in my outsides
it is rain

sparkling fits
of a grey sky

we prayed (like)
old israelites

uplifted you and i
and it poured down

an arch of passion
upon parched land

we
praised answer and

the green came refreshed
and the wind changed
the character of the clouds
of blue sky new born

and a longing sprung up
trickled, gushed forth
cut its course my heart

for more.

we laugh
join chorus

deep-ached
and wanting
to belong.