Such strange vessels, you and I, with more than enough inside to pour, if not overflow, but only the smallest of openings with which to fill. I know this because we’ve each tried to fill others, even one another, yet hunch our shoulders when such blessings fall upon us, as if shrinking from some fearsome storm. Perhaps it’s best that we’ve always gently shared these feelings with each other. Not wasting what we hold so dear in some great rush, but with the tenderness of a mist caressing our cheeks. And now free to feel the soft joys of receiving as well as giving each other's love.
©2023 Joseph Hesch
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…is a writer and poet from Albany, New York. His work appears or is forthcoming in over a dozen venues, including Cossack Review, Frontier Tales Magazine, Pine Hills Review, the 2017 Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Anthology, as well as the anthologies Petrichor Rising and For the Love of Christmas. His poetry collections, “Penumbra: The Space Between” and “One Hundred Beats a Minute” are available on Amazon.com. He’s currently working on his first collection of stories, all based on his fascination with the American frontier, whether it’s upstate New York in the 17th and 18th Centuries or the Nebraska plains and Arizona deserts of the 19th.