NaPoMo, Day 1

For National Poetry Month, I plan to make a poem each day to accompany a drawing by my sister Janet. I'll leave the pieces up for 24 hours and replace them with new ones, over and over again. Wish me luck!


For months she crisscrossed
a hot dry path
until her lips split
and she called out for comfort.

The rains came and she opened her mouth
greedy for each drop that filled her.

She was a river
and fish leapt from her
until her hook was baited
and she became the worm.