what forms inside me
While
within my inside reflects
the surface image
the joy of a temple chant
announces my arrival
lingering between me
and the god I behold
Emptiness
not like space
but like a web
I will usually avoid
all that burns
or freezes under
I am used to
a moderation
unlike my own
I hesitate to climb into
things that move quickly
I prefer the easy pace
of slow summer days
try as you may
you won't make me leave
except
I like to leave, sometimes
if leaving is what it will take.
No comments:
Post a Comment