Select verse from an upcoming book of poetry by Ted Onulak.
Photograph of field with sky in background


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


It is the Cool of the Evening >
© 2012 Ted Onulak