DRY LAND All around me your death like some great ocean rages, wave after crashing wave- till the cliffs of my arms give way to defenseless shore and I lie blackened against the sand. My hair streams like weeds about my head and pulls me, as surely as the moon pulls her tides, to the depths of earth. In darkness, I am swallowed. In darkness, I remember Jonah. . . that God prepared for him a black fish and after three days and three nights dear God, dry land appeared.
Source: At the Edges, published by the Utah State Poetry Society, 1990
Contributed by: Zaady