renewal by Andy Eycott

we emerged,  
green shoots with cupped palms  
and we stood together 
 
under the swollen bellies 
of sullen clouds 
our roots clinging to parched earth. 
 
waiting for precipitation 
to quell the thirst, 
extinguish the fire of discord 
 
we used our hands to clap, 
a symbol to others 
that we would overcome.