Have you hydrated?

I question myself daily.

Here lies the difference between

quenched or parched,

desert or green,

crackling or smooth.

Have you hydrated?

I ask myself this evening

as my new book

launches into the world.

Here lies the difference between

unknown or known,

shriveling or vulnerable.

Have you hydrated?

I assess my half-hydrated state.

A little unknown and a little known.

A little quenched and a little parched.

A little crackling author

tiptoeing into the universe,

breathing as deeply as their nervous

lungs will allow.