If

Would that I were glass. Tall slender cylinder containing water. Life-giving water. I would know the touch of your hand. I would know your lips on me, Repeatedly. I would bear the honor Of pouring into you That thing that soothes your tongue, Refreshes senses, Nourishes body. If. I were a glass. Would that I …

Seed time and Harvest, and Patience

When I feel impatient, I picture a person in the middle of a corn field with the stalks half-grown, Only waist high, And the person is Powerless, pouty, and selfish. They are petulantly commanding stalks to grow, To give ears of corn. Because they want corn-on-the-cob, and they want it now. The scenario is ugly. …