Clouds sojourn here
chubby bundles, white and grey
looking down upon soft sand headstones
laid over forgotten grassy graves.
Their potbellies wobble,
having sipped up oceans, one too many
on the verge of explosion,
their impatience flashes silver.
Water leaks over the thirsty desert, little by little
They can hold it in no more
Not content with the trickle,
they tear their bellies open
letting their guts spill over.
Drops roll down window panes
A finger traces their path
etching longings in dusty relief.
©Reena Prasad 4th Dec. 2012