It rains in the reservoir
But not a single inch downstream
And the dam I built there years ago
Still holds.
The water rises
The flood water rise
Upstream of the dam.
Downstream I am dry
And if …
I’m honest
I say I kind of like it that way.
Even so I go to the stone church
With the stone cross,
The same stones used to build
The dam
And I pray for rain
Rain I don’t really want.
But eventually, maybe soon
Maybe not,
But eventually the dam will fail

And then where will I be?