Sitting in the Shade

November 2, 2009

The hidden river moves

Somewhere I know

Children all believe

Mothers say they know

Sorry we got lost

I liked the forest when we first arrived.

We sit under shady arbors

safe and unsafe

we wander through the wood

climbing, we fall

again again again again;

the puzzle mystifies.

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lacking elucidation

June 10, 2009

complaining in that quiet corner

we watch ephemeral sands shifting

no that breeze will not blow

in our direction

 

and nothing is real anymore;

the equivocal dreams will not lift

for that breeze will not blow

in our direction