The images here came from a dream I had one night. I never understood the meaning of the dreams, so in the poem, I gave it an ending with the first meaning that came to mind.
At the abdomen of the mountain
in a clear cellophane blue lake
delicate carved statues stand
fixed in mid-ascent.
Their weathered eyes begging
the sky for drought
will deliver the necessary
To drown would be the end.
In drought would be dry ground.
Poem and artwork (C) 2021 Ann Kestner. Poem previously appeared in Strange Words She Heard: A Collections of Poems published 2009 under the pseudonym Isabel Kestner.