Lately

Lately, I am fried.
I am fried crispy, as one of my dear friends says.

I am a husk, brittle and arid.
I end each day empty of eye and hollow of heart.

It could be that my husband is traveling.
It could be that my body groans with child.
It could be that the teeth of vampire winter have sucked the passion out of my soul.

Or it could be that I’m so busy surviving, I’m not living.

I am parched.

Lord, give me Your water.
Replenish me.