Monday, November 3, 2008

The Refuge

It has been raining since the previous night.

They quarelled:
Her anger spilled bitter words ;
He withdrew into wrathful silence.

I cannot stop the rains ; I can watch a falcon in his flight.


A pearl in an oyster , in a fathomless sea.

There is no refuge -
From the darkness of the womb , to the harsher light ;
From the confines of the grave , where will we proceed ?

I want to stay shut , in the haven , in me.



2 comments:

atomicgitten said...

"I want to stay shut , in the haven , in me."

We all do. It's the human condition

Materialmom said...

How well you write! I wish you would take it up again.