Land, Water, Wilderness

If I decide to write on land, water and wilderness
I will write about me, you and our hopes

Land

I have been limited in my reach
to craft my desires,
have seen dreams uprooted 
into barren portions unable to hold dust, 
except for some continuous small basins 
you create

Water

You are the river running across me
the rain on my parched skin,
parts of me that live
through your flows

Wilderness

Our hopes, restricted
preserved, protected
with so much to ask
for so little to have
like the wilderness.