I thought I saw lips part, and through
the aperture in the earth, I flung
the vessel, turning it over like a little
disdainful thought. It has no umbrage for me!
I walked here through reassuring hot sands in the sun
And I asked not for depth, its webby palms
outstretched to hold me close, to enrapture
me for a lifetime. Should I be so lost as to disappear,
surrendered my soul forever! I just shuddered at the water.
No, not even my reflection there I willed to see!
I am a profundity devoid of depth. Is the sky
any higher than the lows? Where is the God on High?!
All I was asking for was a little to quench my
familial thirst, a little to bathe our limbs, a little to
wash our vestments! Here I stand in a gasp of
childhood in old age; with a patient distaste for
time that I’d rather lose than have in memory’s lane. I take
a step away; feeling the salt of my clay repulse, not longing for
such a depth, like the vacuous stillness of a frozen
world on the outskirts of the Solar System!
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