Thursday, February 9, 2017
A Tall Glass of Water
It is not evidence of a fountain, a well, nor oasis.
It is a glass of water.
I cannot bathe in it. I can't lie down next to it at night and enjoy the coolness it brings. I cannot sail away upon it.
But how much more important it is in a desert, rather than in some saturated place.
Here, I don't notice the glass of water, which is it's own unique event. I ignore the world it reflects and refracts. The swirl of aeration within. How it tastes.
It keeps me alive for one more day, and I should be grateful for its passing.