Hydrated

I just spent a week on the Oregon Coast with house full of creative ladies. That could have been a nightmare. Instead it was a dream. It was saturating. Hydrating. It plumped my brain. 

So, now you'll need to sit through another poem, because describing my week freaking takes poetry. A return to my regularly scheduled snark soon? TBD.


Hydrated

I didn’t know I was really that thirsty
until I took a drink.

Then, suddenly, water was everywhere.

There in the booms and blooms of the ocean.
There in the air in the forest.
There in the rain on the beach.

I did not have to gulp
or gorge
or sip.

I could drink when I wanted.
from the stream or from the coffee cup.

I didn’t need the water station
or the sudden IV in a hospital bed.

We were fluid.
Plump.
Full.
Saturated.

Now I have to make sure I drink a little everyday
just to stay moist. 

Amanda Dobbs, copyright 2015.