Behind the Japanese paper
screen a ritual unfolds without me
of silence and mimed gestures
under an unseen rain.
Elsewhere, it is dry:
for twigs to break and a fire
that refuses to burn
while I sit and wait.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I Wait
Behind the Japanese paper
screen a ritual unfolds without me
of silence and mimed gestures
under an unseen rain.
Elsewhere, it is dry:
for twigs to break and a fire
that refuses to burn
while I sit and wait.
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2 comments:
Wow, an interesting "Tension...tension...CLICK" experience with this poem and photo!
I so like your reaction.
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