Many things serve as containers. Containers for boiling. Think of the kettle and tea -- a migration from boil to steeping. Tea is an exquisite food, an elixir which encourages introspection. Poetry can be on a bad boil but at some point, it benefits from a quiet steeping.
In the quiet room it seemed to take so long
ReplyDeletebut finally this from her book in the sun--
words perched like birds in the haiku by Sukan
If they ask for me
say: he had business
in another world