While looking for the way,
we fall into the only place
where we can quench our thirst.
The way is not out there. It is not
around the corner. The way is what
we need and do not give into.
The way is what we are and do not
allow others to know. The way falls into us,
like an open-eyed man falling into a well.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more.