Take the cup

Take the cup

Hold the cup

Drink from the cup:

 

it is cold

and clear.

 

Will it do any good?

Will it channel it's path?

Grind a way unseen.

 

Or will it merely be

some slake to the dry

a mercury dewdrop?

 

Pass me the stick

Come on, pass me the stick.

 

I can't go without it now

even though there is nothing

there.

 

Nothing.

Not an echo when you shout.

A bunch of sticks to rattle.

 

Rattle! Rattle!

Anyone there?

 

Or do I hear a baby cry?

 

Hello. Hello.

 

Can you hear me?

 

I'll take this cup.

 

This empty cup.

And fill it up.

 

Here:

Take the cup.

Hold the cup.

Drink from the cup:

 

there, that's better.

 

Home at last!