Reign Over Me
by Debi Swim
I’ve a thirst and a hunger,
that scratches my throat
in sandy abrasions and a claw
in my stomach tearing and
whumping at its emptiness.
I want to be filled, sated,
gorged, glutted, quenched,
nourished like a calf at the teat,
like tree roots by the river,
like sails billowing with wind.
Life is just not enough, to live
and to die and to never touch
the supernal, to become nil.
Laugh if you will, sneer at my
simplicity; pity my pining
for God, for the true mythology
of the Holiness.
I’ve a yearning and if you’re alive
you’ve a yearning, too, the soul
within craving to connect with the
soul of the Otherness, the Mysterious.
That’s why we are drawn to the sea,
drawn to the stars, drawn
to things vaster than we.
Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 223.
Debi Swim writes primarily to prompts. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and happy WV poet.