erosion

I sometimes wonder

if this might be

a little bit like

how it might feel

to bleed to death –

– very, very slowly.

I sometimes wonder

if this might be

how a faucet feels

when there is a tiny leak

and the water drip, drip –

– …drips… away.

I cannot seal up the source

of this leak, no matter whether

it seeps blood or water. It is a slow

steady drain and I scramble

to refill my reservoirs but

I am attempting to resupply the well

in the middle of a drought – an exercise

too similar to madness for me to feel comfortable

with examining my own urge

to action – all of which simply leaves me

with handfuls of sand, and I am tired

of attempting to rebuild sand dunes.