Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Tuesday, December 15, 2009: Thirst


The wineglass does what liquid wants to,
collects in the flat puddle of the base.

The stem needs fingers enfolded around it
for it to be a tool, an index finger and a thumb

and a ridge of knuckle. When you drink,
you tilt its lip to meet yours, briefly,

and then set it against the table or whatever
surface is in front of you. All it takes to push

an object into its purpose is a set of fingers,
bent like a crane's legs, and thirst.

1 comment

  1. beautiful. thanks for your comment yesterday. i went to read the poem you suggested. thank you...


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