but when we are done walking
may we continue to walk, though
our legs become sand, though there
are dunes in our breath. The voice
of water becomes clearer then,
rises out of the world as if it were
always there, we just couldn’t hear it
over our own exclamations and fervent
whisperings. And the thirst that lasted
our whole lives, how soon it is satisfied.
What to do then but to keep on walking,
not out of thirst, but because this
is what we have come here to do.