Ouroboros

Hot tears: too much
to contain within.
Salty sweet they fall
crying release.

Each hitching breath
is the rush of water
as it falls over cliffs
crashing below.

I am the earth
that catches your tears
as they plummet
into my embrace.

I am the mother
that you were
when I needed you
before we changed.

My rivers run dry
as yours flood
the whispering rushes
screaming home, home, come home.