Soak The Land Poem by Pasomi Mucha
Soak The Land
The skies are in labour,
Rumbles at a distance
are groans of labour pains,
May the water break.
May the skies soon
tip it over,
release the waters.
May they, sooner, not later,
drum the roof,
Pound the land,
Muddy the soil...
And not just
To wash the moon,
But to wash the land,
Soak the land.
May life
be birthed.
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