A tidal wave
We all want to
Be bombarded 
With love 
Post-service 
As desert rose
Where the dirt
Lapped up
Falling droplets 
Thirst a daily
Familial ritual
Now I turn and see
The high tide mark
Since last week
And beg to breathe
Bloom and grow
Among kindness
Where gentle waters
Steep near
Woolly Tea Trees
By the creek
Quietly