My throat is as wet paper, thin and rolled out beneath harsh sun. Thirst. Thirst. Thirst. Will sweet drops and softer sun ever come? Eyes closed I see the drenching, a quenching, as strong as any rainforest squall. I taste it. I reach for it. Praying my fingertips find an oasis that is real.
Thirst comes as desert rays to the sand, no quenching clouds, no relief of broad protective leaf.
Thirst as lack of cover on a cold night comes, dominating, seeking a primitive answer when only creative intelligence can win.
When there is thirst all around we ration, suffer together, rise together, solve problems together; it's the priniciple that built humanity.
The craving for water had been with me for some time, and so it was time to get up and reach for a glass.
We live in a nation where we are encouraged to drink everything that isn't free, yet here we are so blessed to have pristine water flowing into every home. And so when we have thirst we reach for anything but this good water.
Some confuse hunger and thirst, yet often times we can be satisfied with a simple glass of water.
We are more sensitive to our need for water than we are for food, thirst is more pressing because our need for good hydration is so strong.