I Wake Up Thirsty
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
Every night, I wake up thirsty.
The only thing to do
Is lie back in the dark water,
Letting the dried, inner chambers
Soak through and through,
And then dream–
Dream I am a waterwheel,
And you—a silent river flowing through me.
Dream Image I
By
Joseph Anthony Petro
Imagining the tree will suddenly
Lift the skirt of her roots and run,
Or dance, or simply move closer
So I can rest in her branches,
Run my fingers through her leaves,
Kiss her trunk of concentric circles.
Or maybe she would run right passed me,
Headlong into the ocean, leaves scattering
In her own private autumn, and become
A ship, trailing her wake of roots
Slowly, into the waiting arms of the sun.