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…