croppy rain dance

holler at the holy lord, pray for rain to come
to pour its shadow over your fields, your face,
to bring grain into life, into large stocks to pass through
like walking in trenches of water
and dance at the moon
dance at the moon
like he sees you,
knows that ache in your lungs
deep into your stomach
knows the ache you feel
the want of food, of success
and with thunderous
embellishment he whispers while
you're sleeping, like an oracle
that the field will grow
will consume the
soil, rich with worms
and words of nourishment
like 'love' and breathe life
into the dirt like air
over the ocean,
a place so far from where you stand
where you holler at the lord