Poetry
Select verse from an upcoming book of poetry by Ted Onulak.
Precious Drops
I dip cupped hands
Into the pool of days
To drink them all
Before they slip away
Dripping back
From where they came
Too few to quench my thirst
But every precious drop
So cool and sweet
That I lick my fingers dry
Into my reflection
Icey rivulets spill
Disturbing a placid surface
And my visions shimmer away
Reminding me that illusions
Were never meant to be touched
For in that reflection
swim the clouds and birds
Though the sky is overhead
Each precious drop
Adds to my mosaic
Which I now admire
From afar
Still unfinished
Yet…beautiful