Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Still Waters

You see that cup,
that one,
the one with the green handle?
You see it sitting there on its saucer,
the saucer my mother gave me?
I like drinking out of that one
and only that one.
It’s bigger than the others.
Yeah, I know,
it’s too big,
but it gives me somewhere to go.
It gives me room to get lost.
I think about jumping in to it.
Into the dark,
into the still waters
and feeling myself
sink.
It is so big
and so round,
it is as if I were drinking from a pond,
minus the lilies and toads.
I don’t know why I like it so much.
Maybe because it’s green,
or maybe because it’s the last of its kind.
All of the others broke a long long time ago.

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