Drinking Pavement

Mirages seem clear
Deep as the water

Of the cool Caribbean Sea.
Such fools we are:

Thinking we see rightly,
Standing there, thirsty,

Close enough to get
Our fingers wet,

Crazy with dehydration,
Lost and tired,

Blinded by our own need,
We crawl forward toward nothing,

Insisting on believing
our own foolish eyes

As we fall on our faces,
Drinking pavement.

"What we find changes who we become." -Peter Morville

“What we find changes who we become.” -Peter Morville

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2 Responses to Drinking Pavement

  1. How many long, long drives I’ve been on, watching the shimmering road — such a lovely way to frame the thought…

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