Motherhood Haiku, week 7

with Dana Gioia’s “California Hills in August”

Over at Poetry for Life, we’re confronting enemies along the road of trials in our hero’s journey. What kind of poetry do we need? Drought poetry! We lift our empty glasses to Dana Gioia’s “California Hills in August,” which sounds an awful lot like Texas hills in August.

drought never feels like
emergency – your silence
– surely it will rain