June 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’ve heard it said
that all of the water
in the world today
is the very same
that has ever been

so the tear I shed at your departing
this morning may have, at one time,
been one that fell from
Hagars eye at her expulsion

or perhaps it was a long ago trickle of
snow melt in the Pyrenees
or part of a much smaller Colorado
as it was just getting down to
the business of carving out canyons

a bit of the flood waters that
devistated New Orleans
or, I suppose, dew settling
on the canopy of a virgin
rain forest

and for that matter, feeling as I did
as your nyloned legs
disappeared into the
cab, it may very well have, at one time,

been the piss of
some Homo Erectus chap
hissing on the remains
of a fire
somewhere on a vast plain

long before we ever
invented words
for explaining things
such as this

2012 Fred Whitehead


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