Sustenance

Carrying a heavy bundle
sharpened sticks
scraped clean of
protective bark

ends rough
peeling, boring
into bare skin
shoulders
aching

basket filled
treasures grown
feather like buds
plucked waiting
balm

seeking water
three drops
one for thirst
another to cool
the last to cleanse
her steps

she walks past
barren fields
and fills
our bellies
with
hope