VITAL

Tired tonight, so
just one
sip of simile
before sleep.

Late,
thirsting awake
I plunge
both hands
elbow-deep
into poems
like bowls
of fresh water
brimming
with sounds
bring
cupped hands
to mouth
dripping
syllables
and greedily
swallow
refreshing
draughts.

At last:
throat
and soul
are
soothed.

~LLC