It's a back drop,
A scene you've seen,
A land darkened in the
Distance, and coming upon
The place where you are.
The pause on the horizon
Makes a heart hope
That the oncoming drops
Will refuse to leave the sky;
Won't you refuse to stay?
An invitation proffered
Years ago: yes, I know I
Need water. Bring it when
Convenient. Signed on a
Dotted line, without consideration.
Borne upon me again,
As requested, I wish to
Renege on my commitment
To go as a camel
Across a desert.
I've had it before.
Why do I need it again?
Couldn't the sun roast
My body into unbound
Submission? Not today.
Roman Ryan 