Looking for Words
Words upon words, for lack of words.
Each like a sand-print—
self-erasing guesses
in a thirst-driven desert tread
to find a sip, a pool, a well—
ready to spill the last drop
from one's canteen
to spell in cursive line
upon a mirage-blurred surface—
a clear thought
that quenches.
Marso writes poetry shaped by years of living in different cultures and by a practice of paying attention to ordinary life.
Amethyst Review 