A Cup Of Water, Suzhou, October 1945 - Poem by Peter Bakowski
The cup of water
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
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 fortune teller,
The cup of water waits
to be refilled,
to be of use
It waits for footsteps,
the nearness of a hand.
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