river reflection #2 (the next summer)

i am valley of dry stones
once smoothed
moved and
shaped
by spring waves
of rain
now scorched and
separated
by summer-sun heat
by long days of
long drought of doubt
of anxiousness to
do what they really can't
(get up and move)
but what can
only be done
to them
or rather,
to us
or to me
for,
i am
a valley (river made)
of stones (river laid)
and we
will not passively
bake
but rather,
actively
wait
for new rain
to unite us
to unite me
under old and new
names
for we are more than
a valley of isolated stones
in truth,
we are a river's bed waiting