Thirst…

Captive in the padded bucket seat
you peer ahead through metronomic sweeps.
Windshield wipers clear arced fans,
dry apertures, through cascading rain rills.
Your right hand swipes and smears
exhalations which fog the glass.
Water outside; water vapour inside,
yet, your mouth is parched.
On impulse, you turn the car into
a Petrocan lot, exit and forget to
turn your seeking lips toward the offering sky.
You dash inside the station, and
buy a plastic bottle, full of tap-water.

GM, March 2009

10 Responses to “Thirst…”

  1. Nita Says:

    I loved this poem. Gripped me from the first word to the end.

  2. lookingforbeauty Says:

    I love the twist at the end.
    K

  3. ybonesy Says:

    You captured the urgency of thirst. And that last line. Great.

  4. christine Says:

    Wonderful, the contrast between the mechanized world and the basic elements of water and thirst. I remember turning my face up to catch snow and rain when I was a kid. Your poem shows how we conform to our habitual environment. Great poem, G.

  5. suburbanlife Says:

    Nita – I am glad you found useful meaning in this. G

    lookingforbeauty – Thanks! G

    ybonesy – think of what we did on long drives before the advent of plastic containers of water? Resorted to thermoses, which worked quite well, thank you. Just meant some thinking ahead. Thanks! G

    christine – it’s amazing how natural children are when confronted with rain or snow. I too used to do this, and must admit to doing so still. Used to love eating handfuls of snow. We lose something when we lose sight of our natural inclinations. G

  6. dmarshall58 Says:

    I love the particularity and density of this poem. It’s crowded with vivid imagery and has great sound as well as great content. Thank you for sharing.

  7. Deborah Barlow Says:

    So good to have you back G! This touched me.

  8. suburbanlife Says:

    David – your comment means much to me – thank you! G

    Deborah – it is good to be back. thank you for your kind comment. G

  9. lookingforbeauty Says:

    A perfect poem with just the right amount of acerbic disdain for the plastic bottles.
    K

  10. Enrique Says:

    A lot of mixed feelings with a nice touch of thirst at the end. You are a real poet. Have you published your poetry?

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