Sage CohenSage poetry and prose, The life poetic4 Comments

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”

  1. 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.


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