Pour

Bring me single malt, neat

make it a double

 

Bring me heavy fog off the lake

driving rain on the rocks

 

And a storm with a chaser of hail

I’ll not be evacuated

 

I want to feel the force of the wind

wade through knee deep water

 

Stand under God’s faucet

to keep pouring until I’m refreshed

 

Keep drinking until my thirst is quenched

and have thirst drink of me

 

I want to return as a rainbow