Meltwater

my time is coming, smell it on the wind
watch raindrops winnowing down glass

touch ice-cube to your lips and tongue
feel the cool chemistry of meltwater.

see me submerge fields and swallow crops
spill out of wells to infiltrate your graves

raising the dead. firm ground will swamp
to ooze and squelch and slip, mud-symphony.

hear gurgles, trickles, runnels in your sleep
reach for the drifting flotsam of your dreams.

sweep river-sludge and sewage from the rug
swell my boundaries with your salt tears

heave seas, wide breaths to rear up hills
waves come to claim their lost inheritance

listen to the future: rain-rocked, lake-like
nothing divides the waters from the waters.