You Will Know

When you walk

In the unrelenting furnace

Of an unending desert,

With lips so cracked

And a throat so dusty

That it hurts to swallow,

While alone you wallow

In sun-baked misery,

You will know truly

What a gift it was

When you could turn on the tap

And get a cool glass of

Water.

You will know finally

What a mistake it was

To pursue a pipe dream

And throw away a good job and

Home.

You will know fully

When it’s gone

What a gift it was

That you took for granted: my

Love.