A Drink of Water
Posted: March 12, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Yoga | Tags: compassion, family, Identity, Jeffrey Harrison, kindness, life, love, meditation, nature, passion, Poetry 16 Comments…
When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap
and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways
to drink directly from the stream of cool water,
I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone,
who used to do the same thing at that age;
and when he lifts his head back up and, satisfied,
wipes the water dripping from his cheek
with his shirtsleeve, it’s the same casual gesture
my brother used to make; and I don’t tell him
to use a glass, the way our father told my brother,
because I like remembering my brother
when he was young, decades before anything
went wrong, and I like the way my son
becomes a little more my brother for a moment
through this small habit born of a simple need,
which, natural and unprompted, ties them together
across the bounds of death, and across time …
as if the clear stream flowed between two worlds
and entered this one through the kitchen faucet,
my son and brother drinking the same water.
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…so beautiful!
I’m glad you enjoyed this moving poem 🙂
Cherished moments in time x
Exactly my friend – Take care and be sure to have a wonderful weekend!
There’s a quote from a movie… and I couldn’t find enough words to say more about it. Then came this poem… and it has found its home.
If we have souls, they’re made of the love we share;
Undimmed by time,
Unbound by death.
Thank you! =)
And sharing love is what living, fully – Is all about 🙂
Lovely poem!
This poem, stopped me right in my tracks the moment I read it. If you have a moment, read it aloud and feel how dense and purposeful the words truly are 🙂
My brother’s soul actually inhabited my son’s body from age 14 months until age 21. During that time many of his behaviors were carried out in my son’s body and my son’s shape was my brothers. After my brother left my son’s body, he broke up in a rash all over his body, slept for 3 days and then his body starting changing to look more like his Father’s body. So I relate to the poem a lot.
beautiful.
I’m glad you enjoyed it and I hope you have a wonderful weekend – Take care!
Wow. Really wonderful. Love the use of water as the link — a great metaphor.
Jeffrey Harrison has the remarkable ability to make simple, every day words, dense with meaning and purpose. He is truly a wonderful poet 🙂
Beautiful effective composition.
Precisely my friend, thank you immensely for stopping over – Take care and be well.
beautiful thought and memory droplet!