I wring the last few drops
of breath
out of my lungs,
conducted by the Psalter.
My unsprung lungs
a pair of skins
for drawing water.
Will you drink,
O wanderer
in desert wastes
of your own making?
You press for miracles,
water into wine.
I offer an oasis
and a habitation
drawn from breath
of heaven,
steadfast love.
Author bio:
Leland Seese's poems appear in The MacGuffin, Juked, The Stonecoast Review, and many other journals. He lives in Seattle, Washington, with his wife and a revolving cast of foster, adopted, and bio children.