Saturday, August 13, 2016

The elephant observes the excellence of a disciplined person 

Properly directed thought will do you more good than the dearest of family.


Daughter of water, in a dry place in its driest month.

Come back and see the Cagancha in the winter, he told me,
when the snows have fattened it to a river.
A trickle now, through village trash or farm waste,
I'm witness to its starved, polluted self.

There is only so much anywhere, everywhere.
One cannot run away from less and towards more.
Water or woman - we've told it so.

I visit the Cagancha often.
There isn't a shared history, nor a wish to predict a future.
We chat as strangers can, safe in our inevitable separation.
Moving away from one another,
we resolutely avoid the garbage that obstructs us,
however doubtful the detour seems.

What can be done?

Water and woman agree.
It's best to find the shade of a tree.







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