Sea Salt

I am the salt of the dearth tease your taste buds and drape sweat for discomfort You need not know how I came to be in the ocean not have to walk on water but why wait for the Ark instead start walking today be a mariner in the desert zest and spice lie in the path Shed one more weeping tear express anger fear and thirst inhale perspire gather yourself lick your wounds and salve them for Aloe grows well in the desert The passage of time and effort corrects soil and bears flowers once you accept dehydration shape exhaustion into crystals build memories and momentum reach the source of your spring float when rock bottom ceases The river bed expects no less than your impermanent stride the shore line patiently points to an anchor life buoy and chart scratched into your inner compass If life gives you plentiful salt do not sugar coat your palate savour the tasty flavour instead take what is on offer just now and fend off the gloomy despair 22nd February