Two glasses of water
wait to be touched by hand and lip.
The water itself remembers the taste
of whiskey, sarsaparilla, Fixodent;
the salty funk
of being swallowed down the throat
of one experience after another.
Memories are in the water
swimming hither and thither.
The glasses contain minds, set aside
for the drinking of.
The water also drinks,
swallows parents, grandparents,
wives, multiple layers of children;
they all swirl so slowly in the water
that only equally slow thoughts
can reveal them.
Two elderly men
reach for the same glass of water at once.
There is a momentary confusion,
lifetimes interchange like a mixed drink,
they begin to speak of people
only one of them should recall,
as if the past had always been
but one glass after all.
If I’m in a desert hell and the Son has set His feet on the blazed earth, this worlds on fire and I thirst, would it be better for me to drink the cooling waters or be delivered and lifted UP?
10/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I don't drink water very much
I'm more into tea or a beer
Anything else is better to me
But then, it got so hot this year
Dehydrated, I got muscle cramps
And though they quit after a while
I started drinking that water
Like it was going out of style!
I know I can be hard headed
But those cramps took me to school
As long as it keeps them away
Then I'm a water drinking fool!
Home out on town moving around time for food table if able you need class or cup to drink makes eyes blink with eating order get DRINKING WATER
Drink me while you can!
Waste me till you can!
Pour me anywhere…
Use me everywhere
See my worth till soon.
Have you noticed?
Lot of you died
Croaked coz of thirst
It’s alarming!
Conserve me!
Use me well.
Don’t waste me…
Coz I
Give life.
Save…
DRINKING WATER ON HELVELLYN
Martin’s idea to go up Helvellyn
Sounded like hard work to me
Lots of rock-scrambling and ridges windy
Lots of feet sore and toes swellin’
Someplace near the top was a spring
We filled our water bottle from it.
When we got to the summit
We guzzled the water, sweating.
Then, in the sun and slaked we lay,
Finest taste I ever had in throat -
Truest word I ever wrote -
Before or since that day.
Note:
Helvellyn is one of the mountains in the English Lake District, about 3 100 feet high.