Muddy Waters

I had never seen muddy waters so inviting

But the warm pools ahead beckoned to me

And gently murmured my name in soft ripples

And I, finding it impossible to resist the call,

Stripped away my pretentious guise.

I danced in the shadow of my vulnerability

To the suggestive call and response of two drums

One with a boisterous cadence, steady and sure

The other merely an echo rising from the wind

Lightly repeating each confident beat.

I danced in the light of brown desert mirages

As the two drums learned to beat as one.

My body was separate from my mind,

Responding to the sweet summoning of the waves.

Those gentle tides, they saw the dance.

I had never seen muddy waters so inviting,

They swirled with a tender delight

The drum beating stopped, my dance suddenly halted.

The muddy waters were no longer mirages

And my desert thirst was satisfied.