water is taught by thirst
land by the oceans passed
peace by battles told
Stolen shamelessly from Emily Dickinson and her short poem;
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land — by the Oceans passed.
Transport — by throe —
Peace — by its battles told —
Love, by Memorial Mold —
Birds, by the Snow.
I am not sure what it means.
Most likely, like any passing view or shadow, its meaning can change with the day.
Today I want to say it means that you won’t miss it until it is gone, then you will miss it a lot.
Miss what?
Well, whatcha got?
I miss this country.
Or at least the mirage of civility this county used to display.
Maybe it was a mirage.
Maybe it was a hypocrisy.
But it was a useful hypocrisy.
Now as Mr. Wonka says, you can’t go back – go to go on to go back.
Water is taught by thirst.
Civility maybe is taught by the lack of it.
Or at least I hope so.