The Cup

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I will give you
a cup to drink
the night sky
and watch you
as you savor
each constellation.

I’ll watch your spirit
soar as the earth
swells up
and carries you along
to the top of the mountain.

And I’ll watch your face
as you see
the perfect gem,
a coral blossom
growing within
the kneeling turquoise juniper.

I will watch you sigh—
for my opiate too
is the earth and the sky.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

5 responses to “The Cup

  1. elizabeth herron

    Ethel, This is so beautiful. I hope you are settling into your new life and finding new beauties all around. Love to you both. Liz

          O listener- listen more carefully to what inside of you right now. In my world, all that remains is the wondrous call to dance and prayer rising up like a thousand suns out of the mouth of a single bird.



  2. The deep stillness of night.

  3. A stunning poem, Ethel. Moved me very much.

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