Crushing Water

And then….
I was on my knees
crunching
staring honestly
into hard packed stone
placed there for my walking leisure

and then….
there came salt and water
chilled for my crying pleasure
shaken up and mixed biologically so
and drunk by the eager dry stone

and then….
there came your feet into view
and I was yours once more
as your hair hid all understanding
of why I cried