A glass of water
a poem about drinking water
Rethinking everything--
relationships, one job,
another, one place,
another. I washed
all of my dishes
and deep cleaned
the stove. I'm trying
to drink more water
and spend more time
near it. Makes me
remember walking
the beach on Christmas
two years ago in Newport,
sitting in the sand to read
A Season in Hell before
drinking a Bloody Mary
at one of the only open bars
in one of the hotels.
Alone, I didn't feel better
but I enjoyed myself.
Today we went to Green Lake
and sat near the soft breeze
and I felt calm even
with all the strollers,
joggers, bikers, and children
passing on the path behind us.
This poem is a part of my lunch poem series. During the month of December 2021, I will be reading poems by Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems and writing some of my own. If you like this, check out my profile for more! And watch me read a poem by Frank:
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