Sunday, January 01, 2017
IN THE LAND OF POETRY
IN THE LAND OF POETRY
Natives
in the land
of poetry
do not often
speak. They
listen.
They are
not afraid
of silence
nor of
chaos. They
love sun
and they love
shadow. The
roots of things
interest them,
the bark, the
branches.
In the wind
the mystery
of what
is there and
not there.
All of this
they know; they
touch it with
their fingers.
They live with
emptiness
and echo
and the fading
shades of evening
and even
in the dark
they see a light
which shines.
