Copyright © 2013 H.K. Longmore
Confidently I will tell you
Of the crime I witnessed at noon.
The thing occurred sometime between
When she stole a glance at his jeans
As she stole away to get lunch
And when she her last bite did munch.
Confidentially, it was hers
But he stole it away with ease
He didn’t try, needed no keys
His touch was so soft—soft as furs.
Confidence—the thing she now lacks
Which he fain would return if asked
(I asked him if he had realized
Her attempting to cauterize
The wound, stealing backward glances,
But by her eyes he was entranced).
Consistent, compliant, softly
Now he seeks to her to restore
The confidence he never took
And I wish to tell her before
Her confidence by him was shook
This well-worn sagacious two bits:
If she’d have, in time, her druthers,
Never give it to another;
Only she has power o’er it.
I learned of this article discussing the push by Nestlé executives to privatize water from a Facebook share, on which I commented:
The filter between my brain and mouth, or fingers, won’t let me say the crass words that may come to mind were I to let emotions rule. And by the time I have time to write more powerfully about it, this article will have from my newsfeed passed, so let me just say that the glass is half full for those who respect their Mother, and refer you to a quote from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry that I call his “Ode to Water”. Unfortunately I don’t have it on hand, so I’ll have to add it after I go home and have a glass of wasser. I had to comment now so as to not let the opportunity pass to share Antoine’s words: they, unlike the Nestlé execs, are filled with class.
So now, the quote from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, which I call “Ode to Water”. From his book “Wind, Sand and Stars“, the chapter titled “Prisoner of the Sand”, translated by Lewis Galantière:
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses. By thy might, there return into us treasures that we had abandoned. By thy grace, there are released in us all the dried-up runnels of our heart. Of the riches that exist in the world, thou art the rarest and also the most delicate—thou so pure within the bowels of the earth! A man may die of thirst lying beside a magnesian spring. He may die within reach of a salt lake. He may die though he hold in his hand a jug of dew, if it be inhabited by evil salts. For thou, water, art a proud divinity, allowing no alteration, no foreignness in thy being. And the joy that thou spreadest is an infinitely simple joy.