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