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