Tag Archives: Thirst
Education
It is a new cup, a blessedly empty cup, staring at me
I thought I knew no thirst
There you stand, eyes upon me too
Teacher, mentor, friend
In full passion
Larger than life’s lessons, thus far
Red-hot tea kettle in one hand
Abundance in the other
And I, with great thirst, indeed, am ready to receive
The Fates
Why did you act like water and feel like hands
And I, born thirsty with never a progenitor to touch me
Why did I, the reluctant saint, concede nonetheless to True North’s tug
And you, the only lesser god ever worth worshipping
If the Earth did turn, that the Sun seemed to rise this morn’
