I’m reading this magazine article
on the end-table in the doctor’s waiting room
that compares ‘universal consciousness’
to drops of water that form together to create a lake.
Once in the examination room the doc explains that
all 6.7 billion assholes should drink eight cups a day
to maintain true health.
I assume the most efficient way to accomplish this
would be one every two hours that I’m awake.
Set the cell phone alarm, make it spring or bottled, not tap.
Or wait , better to ladle it from that ‘lake of drops’.
Let those cups come together and forge a new me
with a social conscience, maybe even a desire to vote.
As the therapy grows and becomes the rage
we will all come to realize that we’re more than
dehydrated egos, devouring and pushing things
inside these ugly bags of skin
and that we all drink from the same waters,
need to see Dr. Harding and would benefit greatly
from reading the same magazines.
Craig,
You just keep getting better and better. This is wry and witty and truly wrought with wisdom.
It will outlive all of us.
I’m so much enjoying the poetry you share.
Sarah
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Great read.
“Let those cups come together and forge a new me
with a social conscience, maybe even a desire to vote.” :0)
Love those small moments
when our thoughts bring poems to life.
enjoyed
Kerri
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Enjoyed the read.
“Let those cups come together and forge a new me with a social conscience, maybe even a desire to vote.”
That line has a Velcro effect here. In fact, I take that line with me as I leave this thread.
Your poem & my coffee team up nicely this AM.
Jan
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Hi Craig
Excellent title and a witty speculative poem that captures how we fall into a stream of consciousness when waiting for something to happen or someone to visit. The inspiration coming at random ( while reading a magazine) in the doctor’s office is the perfect scenario for such a thing to take place. I love how your speaker expounds on those “drops of water” and how the effect can change the status quo. Thank you for sharing this clever piece — much enjoyed!
Best
Wendy
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That last stanza says it all doesn’t it. Makes me wonder how our ‘civilisation’ has lasted this long.
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