MELTWATER
My time is coming, smell it on the wind
watch raindrops winnowing down glass
touch ice-cube to your lips and tongue
feel the cool chemistry of meltwater
see me submerge fields and swallow crops
spill out of wells to infiltrate your graves
raising the dead; firm ground will swamp
to ooze and squelch and slip, mud-symphony
hear gurgles, trickles, runnels in your sleep
reach for the drifting flotsam of your dreams
sweep river-sludge and sewage from the rug
swell my boundaries with your salt tears;
heave seas, wide breaths to rear up hills
waves come to claim their lost inheritance
listen to the future: rain-rocked, lake-like
nothing divides the waters from the waters.