need

by: Nickolas Aleksandar Nikolic

reach upwards,
    only to grasp soil
    and dirty the eyes
    of water.

Beneath
    a crick flows
    next to scatted mud
    knuckle-deep hooves.

Can drag you in whole.
frustrated beating of the chest
    but a tender heart whispers a murmur
        staccato tattoo into a .

Genre: General Prose

Meaning: The way this poem ends says that I may never find person, or might, to understand completely.