Peter Bakowski

(15 October 1954 - / Melbourne / Australia)

A Cup Of Water, Suzhou, October 1945 - Poem by Peter Bakowski

The cup of water
the wind
a leaf leaving its mother.

It has heard
husbands and generals give orders,
grandparents talk of gods and ancestors,
children conversing with a friend or sorcerer
whom no adult can see.

on bench or table
it hears
the swish of a broom,
a cat scratching at a closed door,

the clock complaining
that it's only a clock,
a button torn from a lover's robe
roll across a bedroom floor.

The cup of water is
raised to the lips of
a monk,
a fisherman,
a fortune teller,
an orphan.

The cup of water waits
to be refilled,
to be of use
or forgotten.

It waits for footsteps,
the nearness of a hand.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

* This poem was commissioned by the Victorian Government as part of a gift to Jiangsu Province, China, honouring their sister-state friendship.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 11, 2012

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