Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Water (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)

I need a new handbag
My hair needs a trim
In three more weeks I’ll see results from the gym
My morning coffee, a dewy walk
Pretty trees and people with their houses stocked

“I need a drink of water.”

And tonight I’ll watch a movie
scan through the channels
putter around with all my things
straighten the clutter
obsess over what I need

“I’m thirsty, can you help me carry this pot,I have two more miles”

All my plans seem worthy
my education intact
with wiggle room for error
no monkey on my back
The movie’s at three
and all I have to do is this and that
grab a bite to eat
and maybe when I get there I’ll pig out on popcorn
Heaven knows I don’t need it, but it’s the movies...

“My mouth is dry, my feet are sore and I ache.”

I hear a subtle voice
I turn away
It's not a blatant image
but shades of gray
until I turn and look it will remain vague and have nothing to do with me
but if I look straight into his eyes I"ll see.

Oversights tragically ignored.