brita with legs

3 Apr

the water coming out is pure (sweet even)

some days,

no matter what goes in,

you might have started to notice.

such is the goal; even though,

the process is not understood.

it’s felt,


we’re charcoal,

filters of fine mesh,

pulses of electricity,

forward momentum and reversing, too,

which can at times be experienced like plumbing problems

-street elbows full of hairy regret, sludged up, huh?, valves corroded with Why Me?

until it can be felt

deep in a body of an advanced engineering

of nerve pipes dumping

into muscle-sadness storehouses

long ago designed for purification,

yet decommissioned until the managers could awaken

in these Holy Water Manufacturing Plants.

the debris cleared out is not even our own.

the pain


is not personal.

the tears the shudder

the retching

our service

at last,

just working it through

trickling out pure water at times.

thank you and you’re welcome.




9 Responses to “brita with legs”

  1. thethoughthubbell April 3, 2016 at 2:53 pm #


  2. smilecalm April 3, 2016 at 4:37 pm #

    in the end,
    well deserved
    of gratitude 🙂

    • marga t. April 5, 2016 at 3:40 am #

      the best ending
      any one
      can hope for,
      you help me to see.

  3. Hariod Brawn April 4, 2016 at 1:29 pm #

    . . . or in my case this week, Aitch to woe – getting to grips with a new fangled camera.

    • marga t. April 5, 2016 at 3:39 am #

      You pretzel my brain and make me grin, Aitch. There is no camera or you and the camera are one or as my ex’s family would say, enjoy it in good health. I look forward to seeing some captures.

  4. Michael April 5, 2016 at 12:39 am #

    You’re my people, M. I am taking deep drinks of the sweet water you offer, and it is the realization that the “pain processed is not personal” that seems to awaken the sleeping machinery sometimes for me. Both in the sense of not taking life so seriously, and in the sense of knowing no life is only our own, and that our transmutations are universally held…

    Thank heavens for the invention of the street elbow! They’ve gotten us out of more than a few jams in the piping business!


    • marga t. April 5, 2016 at 3:45 am #

      You awaken in me a feeling of deep gratitude for all the ones of our people who have already transmuted us to kingdom come (kingdom here). passeth understanding.

  5. Paula Antonello Moore April 5, 2016 at 2:20 pm #

    What an incredibly vivid analogy. I esplly liked “of nerve pipes dumping into muscle-sadness storehouses.” Wow!

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