Waiting shapes the return, Circling The path and the walker, Arriving again. A Worry Doll says; You want to build the temple Right here, right now. Why not waiting? The light hasn’t changed Its speed, Waiting has not wasted In the same orbit. The Worry Doll is set on the sill Facing the same light— … Continue reading Worry Doll
Author: yennayi
I was born and raised in the South Korea and now I live in Massachusetts for the past 15 years after having lived in many different parts of the world. I work as a psychotherapist in my private practice. I just finished writing my memoir, "Ring of Fire" and waiting to be published.
Morning Light
Crawls the sill Waking the dust of yesterday, Houseplants in hush, Blessing today.
Map of Returning
I return to the pages, To gather my pieces, Grinding time into shape— Somewhere a potter’s wheel Keeps turning. The air still trembles, As if it were pouring Something unnamed On a map of returning. Tangled, braided secrets And blank pages, And the revolving door. Bain-marie Keeps it warm.