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.