Glass Of Water Poem by Dónall Dempsey

You ask me
if I “... would want

a drink
of water? ”

“Thank you, yes! ”

You leave me
and I am bereft

of your
Presence

even for the short time
you are in the kitchen.

Your singing
drifts to me

its Chinese
like an unknown incense

wraps itself
around my mind

as if your
soul

danced naked
before me.

I follow the sound
of your voice

rising...here...falling and finally

coming back
to me.

Your smile
blossoms brilliant

as any flower

the slightest touch
of your hand

bright sunshine
to my mind.

You laugh
& offer me

the water.

Here in your laughter
and this simple glass of water

Love is.