194. A Moments Peace


Look to see.

Not I. Not I.

With infirmity of hand and eye,

Can see and tell,

What’s near.

What’s nigh.

Below the drifting, fleeing sky.

Look to see.

The knots and knots,

Binding bones within their slots.

Still. Silent. Still.

Have-nots. Will-nots.

Conform at will.

Look to see,

Not I, but I,

With elder-pen and bloodshot eye,

Bound in an out,

Can break and sigh,

For a peace both near and nigh.

K. Aldaya, 4/11/06

Picture: “The Open Sky” by foureyes on Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/the-open-sky-2681736


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