THIRSTY.

THIRSTY

He is thirsty in a way that other people

Are not thirsty and have no desire for thirst

Once he was on an island in the middle

Of a vast ocean that had no name

But someone had named it a long time ago

And someone else thought that was pretty special

Do you know what I think is pretty special?
Finding out something is better than you expected,

Like folding laundry.

He is thirsty.  His nerves are shattered.

He takes things and holds them in his arms

Maybe a puppy or some kind of pillow

That holds his head at night.

But I wouldn’t wonder at self-sacrifice.

That seems almost like a sacrifice.