a glass of water
A glass of water
He got up late and thought of coffee,
he had to drink it in black
Forgot to buy milk yesterday because it was raining
which is good news, hotels in the Algarve, tourists can shower every
Water, water everywhere, most of it in undrinkable
he spent years at sea on ships of ennui and boredom
except when his ship birthed and a life of adventures
that lasted all too short.
with a glass of water in his hand, looks out of
of the bedroom window, and there, a bite further along
is the glittering sea, as he knows how vengeful and irate
the ocean can be he senses no nostalgia.
85 years old, the past, is in shadow land remembered
when needed the know is a glass of water in hand
the future, although short, holds no fear of an ending
Heaven is a vast open space.
Still, deep in himself, he senses a loss,
there will not be
another him, childless, he has walked through life
with a glass of drinking water in his hand, he thinks this
not of great importance, but the thought lingers
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Jan Hansen
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