Third Among Us
Looking
through a glass of water
The
world is upside down
Standing
in the middle of a rain shower
Not
a single drop wets your skin
It’s
already too late
That’s
why we keep looking through a glass
What
is effort in its proper sense?
Or
dropping in a pile of leaves
What
is autumn without knowing spring?
Or
drinking
Without
knowing thirst?
All
these products of imagination!
Still
the world is thirsty
And
if the glass is empty?