"Ola," A Poetry Post

Ms.,
excuse me...
Ms., please.
May I speak with you?

I can see you there.
Are you hiding?
I see you.

Your cisterns...
Where there was oil,
there is sand.
Where there was water,
there is dust.

What is going on?

Where you are cracked
I see the colors
of choice Oils and
Water lines.

There is no question.
There is no question.
There is no question.

That you are empty...
Empty
does
not
mean
finished.

That you are dry...
Dry
does
not
change
purpose.

It is
not an
argument.

It
is
simply
truth.

There is no question.
There is no question.
There is no question.

Why,
what do you mean
you are fine
just so?

Your former glories...
they will not compare.

There is no question.
There is no question.
There is no question.

If I can just... I am not dry...

No, it is
not an
argument
but
a
suggestion.

I cannot produce
your oils but
as I am brimming full
if you will let me
pour over...

No... well
when we
get to the Source
it will
all be sorted
out.

For now
if I can just...

Well
let me
sprinkle you
with a
bit of water?

Are you not thirsty?
You are obviously.

Okay then...
I will walk with you
to the Source.

Is there not anyone
walking with you?

Haaa...
I see.

Well,
I will walk with you
but I am
brimming over.

I can see that
you are being Oiled.
It is not bad because
we are just walking and
I cannot help myself.

Okay.

I can see that
you are being
wet with Water.
It is not bad because
we are just walking and
I cannot help myself.

It is well with me.
I am just brimming over and
we are just walking.

Well now...
look at these colors.
That is not me at all.
That is you.
We are just walking.

It is raining.
We are close, close, close.

These cracked places...
they are better, no?
Hmm...

We are close, close, close.

How long were you sitting there?

Haaa...
I see.

There is softening here...
Can I press in?
I mean smooth over?
If I am careful?

Okay.
I will use
a little Oil?

Wow.
That is beautiful.

We are close, close, close.

Here now,
we have arrived
haven't we?
Come sit down.

Haven't you been here before?

Yes...
Let us sing songs then.
Let us pray prayers.

Well now...
look at these colors.
That is not me at all.
That is you.
We are just praying.

Can I press in again?
Well,
smooth over?

Yes ooo.
Wow.
That is beautiful.

Hmm...
You are mending.
You are mending and
Wow,
That is beautiful.

Haaa...
You are holding Water there now.
Will you splash me?

That is sweet, sweet, sweet.

Your Oils,
they are restoring.
Will you anoint me?

Hmm.
That is sweet, sweet, sweet.

Since we are here...
Since we are here and together and
we have walked so far this way,
will you go forward with me?

Or,
if you want
I can walk you back?

But,
if you want,
maybe,
you can go forward
with me?

-T. D. James-Moss