Having grown bored 
with wisdom, resting 
by an old fence of fist 
sized rocks, chalk white
as baby powder, 
a young man leans back 
and closes his eyes, 
recognizing the subtle 
earthiness of not knowing
how a few drops of water 
can spin sugar nests from grain.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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