The Hope of Havilah
The six foot river of Havilah flowed through my valley
With its hair wrapped courteously like a bundle of natural roses
Standing tall – as the majestic palm tree
Every strike, perfectly seated in its place
With dull resplendence
A well dug deep for three decades
With water not enough to feed the bleating sheep
Has now overflowed as Noah’s flood
From well to lake
This river now flows
Through my heart’s oceans
In it I may drown –
In peace, fear and love.