Some plants live by desert rules,
a little water
goes a long way
to keeping ’em alive.
Some days I wish
I was a cactus,
taking one sip
and settling in with the sun.
Instead, I
chug my whole bottle
once, twice, at least
three times a day,
taking in so much
water, expelling so much
waste.
I lift my water bottle
again; this is love,
this is life.
The Opportunistic Poet 