The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009

There had been a prolonged drought

The night breathed around us One

hummingbird sipped his way from well

to cobalt blue well Salvia

conspiring with coconut thyme

white lavender and the calm air

receiving It smells wonderful here

he said Some things you don’t forget

like crickets’ undertow when they come

back each summer We went inside

What needed to burn quickly did

Touch cleaned us Everything we were

was touch and absolved us became our

breathing A quiet lake The shore

Elizabeth Chapman