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…


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.