Thirst

 Stumbling out of a desert into an oasis, a man gives no thought to anything but the tingle of cool fluid upon his lips, running down his throat, over his face. Not for a moment does he care for anything but the sensation of that sensual feeling of being alive. It is a moment to slake his thirst, with no immediate regard for the source of that carnal resurrection of a life he had already expected to lose.

 

With the soft glow of morning, renewed with a vigour never expected, his mind wanders to other times to recollect and compare this seemingly untainted moment with another slaking. Gratitude is a short-lived emotion and he is anxious, with the remorse of an impulsive buyer, to reassure himself that he, the man, has done well here.

 

One memory is clear: a bright, bubbly spring rising unbidden in the sunlight, lush with promise, from land yet untilled. Another: a deep, secret pool of hidden warmth and clarity that desires you covet its dark mystery. At another time, beside an ocean of clear, transparent water in every shade of blue, a torrent had unexpectedly sprung within the sand dunes.

 

As the sun rises, he turns to drench his face once more in the depths of this vibrant deluge. It is each draught – taken long and hard – of this water that is life which sustains a man. He cares not to recall any other oasis but this one, for it is here that he now satisfies his thirst, his need, his longing.

 

He remembers the desert no more nor considers he, his debt

 

 

 

 

 

9 Responses to Thirst

  1. shisymbolinternational says:

    I wish I had your way with words!

  2. Lesley Dewar says:

    This one was fun to write – because I leave it up to you to decide the meaning of the story.

  3. upinvermont says:

    Hi Lesley,

    Thank you for your wonderful comments at my blog! You made my morning. I want to peruse more of your site as time permits. And yes, I *did* enjoy Thirst. The mystic tone reminded me of Rumi. (If only I could find a translation other than Bly’s.)

    And thank you for posting your Haiku.

    I don’t know which of my posts on Haiku you read, but please visit Polona’s site at http://crowsndaisies.blogspot.com/ . Given the evocative imagery in your haiku, I think you would like hers very much.

  4. Lesley Dewar says:

    Thank you for your lovely comments. I really enjoyed your writings and I can learn so much from you. Which one did I read? All 52 of them! I will also visith the other site you mention. Please feel free to come by, anytime. Cheers Lesley

  5. upinvermont says:

    Lesley,

    I just received a comment from another new hakuist. Her name is Dalloway and you can check out her site at: http://australianhaiku.blogspot.com/

    Let me know what you think.

  6. Lesley Dewar says:

    Thanks for the link – I have a had a quick look and I think she and I see haiku in a very similar way – not as pure as you but in a purity of spirit. I will give her some comments later – just keeping some friends updated on the terrible fires, at the moment.

  7. Lesley Dewar says:

    PS I hope she found you, as I did, through AI. 🙂

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  9. Amazing. Lyrical, fluid. Wonderful. Thanks so much for tweeting this.

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