We understand least
what we hold closest.
Cup contains, water resists.
Thirst: a lineage of cups
with no trust in the future.
What wakes you up in the night
mouth empty, sheets blank
might be the faucet’s dumb neck
arched with a brassy assurance
that you have not yet learned to tap.
4 Comments on “Thirst”
oh, I love that so much! …dumb neck arched with a brassy assurance that you have not yet learned to tap. Beautiful!
Thanks, Sandra!
You are my favorite, your words flow gracefully on the pages. “we understand least what we hold closest” So very true. Thank you, you are heaven sent to me. I have enjoyed your books. I went to purchase the poetry book “Like the Heart, the World” and was disappointed they did not have it @ Barnes and Nobles. They are going to order it for me.
Have a blessed week.
Nancy
I’m so honored. Thank you, Nancy. I hope you enjoy Like the Heart, the World!