"Last year, I admired wines.
This, I'm wandering
inside the red world.
Last year, I gazed at the fire.
This year I'm burnt kabob.
Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon's reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally lost
in love with the thing itself.
Don't ask questions about longing.
Look in my face.
these two sit helpless
in a wrecked wagon.
Neither knows how to fix it.
And my heart, I'd say it was
more like a donkey
sunk in a mudhole,
struggling and miring deeper.
But listen to me: for one moment,
quit being sad.
Hear blessings dropping
their blossoms around you. God."
|photo © 1996 the archive of light|