Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 8 . . .
 

Thirst


There is no help

for a blue sky,


holding out your hand

to the wrong man


at the right time,

to underestimating


the breadth and depth

of your own thirst.


You cannot take back

the sweat of his palm


on your tongue, one night

stand he'll never believe.


You will never change

the color of the sky.


Search though you might,

amuck in pressing


the boundaries of your lungs,

your life, what luck


you have collected,

you will always thirst.


It's genetic.

It's inculcated.


It's a blessing.

Drink deep


and never be filled

because it is the surprise


of yourself, unsung,

that will water


the roots of the rest

of your days.








by Mary Alexandra Agner


Mary Alexandra Agner writes of dead women, telescopes, and secrets. She makes her home outside Boston. She can be found online at www.pantoum.org.

© 2007 Mary Alexandra Agner