Friday, December 27, 2019

The center is ever forming

No gesture can quite capture (nor should it) a center.  Nor what flows from it.  Mystery is just this
-- small as a sky, large as a pebble, and the source of each haiku.  Think of this tonight, as you pour your best friend a glass of wine.

1 comment:

  1. Then in the surface you see the surface nearly blown by
    wind and heat--you are in no mood to reconsider
    and you vow to rise above the argument-- tho
    something in you stirs to think it could be true--
    the iron weapon you bought to shear the planks
    to make a boundary clear