The wooden bowl
lay empty on the shelf
cracked open as a bloom
the dry air breathless, unspoken.
She felt presence
on the water
a cloudy configuration appeared
floating into her mind.
Where we wander is home.
Absence and Yearning
The wooden bowl
lay empty on the shelf
cracked open as a bloom
the dry air breathless, unspoken.
She felt presence
on the water
a cloudy configuration appeared
floating into her mind.
Where we wander is home.
seasons: a poetic journey 