We cannot help being thirsty, moving towards the voice of water.
Milk-drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound
and moves, with thirst, to meet it.
Clean your ears. Do not listen for something you have heard before.
Invisible camel bells, slight footfalls in sand. Almost in sight. The first word they call out
will be the last word of our last poem.