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
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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.
Ring of Fire 