Pam R. Johnson Davis
"I Remember the Glass, I Remember the Water
– after Ross Gay & Donna Vorreyer"
The water glass is almost empty.
Deadlines are looming - yesterday’s items
clutter today’s to-do list. I should get up
from this seat, molded to the shape
of the softness of my body, a familiar dent
in the pull towards the brink. I am reminded
this glass replaced the one given to me
by a former lover. The last gulp of water
beckons me to swallow my pride,
add my wrongdoings to the list of tasks
due for recompense. I forget the refilling place
is a few steps away. I remember the water.
I carry what I need to my mouth. I drink
forgiveness, for you, for myself.
I was barren. I was life. I am replenished.