Like water, <br />Eileen <br />Does not like <br />The pain <br />Of altitude, <br />Or being suspended in the air. <br />She chooses <br />To fall down; <br />Water is always falling down <br />Toward the land and deeper, <br />Back to where it grew up and <br />Back to the roots. <br />The air is for breathing <br />Not for feigning. <br /> <br />I came from the desert; <br />Water is good <br />Only for the sweat. <br />I need water, <br />Because <br />Without it <br />I am a dry land.<br /><br />Atef Ayadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-2/
