Thirst

 

Thirst

 

I love the idea

don’t you

of cupping the water from the cauldron

after the night of rain

and the day of rain

and when the dark comes again

and as if the earth had opened its door

to view

the secrets briefly

that sort of dark that is a fragrance as well

and a perception, something like

the trust of a favor from one

to another and the other

not mucking it up 

sensing see the great cost

of it glowing against the broad

now clear now black sky

with its one close eye

that is open almost all the way

and this is where I like the idea

you’re still

with me I like the idea

of cupping my hands into the rain

barrel and letting the water rest

there long enough

& if I’m careful & calibrated

& you are at hand

to see it

the moon is

in the palms of me

& you lean in & whisk & wick the water into you

the way orchids do

& it becomes you

you who have the water and the moon

taken into you almost

forgive me my thirst, 

filling you