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.

2 comments:

Rebekah said...

Wow, an interesting "Tension...tension...CLICK" experience with this poem and photo!

Cha sen said...

I so like your reaction.