Lila

This evening the telephone rung a few times 

did not answer as I was savouring each moment in the silence of watching the trees dance in the summer wind.

There is no friend or foe to call me    …      whoever called was a passer by indifferent in essence looking for some answer to the everlasting problem of -I want what I miss-

Tonight is covering my futility in abundance of clarity noticing the curtain dancing slowly to the wind coming from the window.

Apricot pits in a black bowl , cat lying on the wooden floor.

Oh merciful compassionate one am going to sleep for a hundred years …

Will rest in your/my heart and listen to the morning birds           waiting for nothing but still waiting…