The Power of Water

Steady, comforting, predictable
each night the same sound
penetrates my dreams
awakens my mind and
cloaks my fears

Will the dyke open upon
my garden of wills
a drip of semi-conscious
thoughts clouding sleep
in favor of a pounding force

Majestic in its simplicity
how a single drop reigns
over my darkness
conjures a to-do list
for morning chores

Standing before me
a reflection of the future
hiding until ready to burst
upon the world. And then
my water breaks.

Victoria Emmons, copyright 2016

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