After the storm
when we have lost electricity and the water is off
or undrinkable
A darkness comes and our thirst starts to turn our mouth to salt.
We return to the moonglow to see our way.
We look to the drops of water
on the plants we pass without notice every day but now stop
and lick the moisture
eyes closed
to better feel
the wetness on our tongue
and imagine the inside of our mouth
opening every cell just soak it all in.
It’s only in that moment
that we know what sacred is.
