Drought Light

heavy and humid

heat filled haze

hangs on the ocean waves

 
waves and sky

lose their individual edges

 
but the madrone speaks green

whispers in golden shimmering light

around me the insect hum of sunset

bird sound swims through the weighted air

 
on my rock I drink it in

thick air settles into the diamond roots

sinks into the dry ground

pulls with it faint droplets of remembered rain

 
standing I strike out over the dry

crunchy grass golden and glowing in the light

filtered by madrone and its lens of days end

 
I feel once again the sanctuary of sunset

Janice Eskridge © 2015