Arid Breath

Just so dry like leather
in the back of my throat.
Yet my palms sweat as though
the wait is almost over.

The walls close in surrounding
all I thought was reality.
And still I can't help but be
happy to be here.

There they are...I finally see them !
I never thought this day would come.
What do I say ? what do I do ?
My tongue is so dry.

Stretch out my hand expecting the same
in return....but no , they don't understand.
They extend as if to wave but do not.
There must be a bridge somewhere.

At last my voice attempts a flutter
and I say hello.
Then they smile and answer back
from inside my head.

I smile as they nod in appreciation
of the gift bestowed upon them .
But they must know I am just one man,
Not all will offer peace.