Poem: “One Small Room”


One Small Room

Is the past a house with doors and windows,
What is to come a citadel one blind entrance?
There is no past or future
There is a room with open windows
The wind blows through from one side to the other
Curtains billow out like banners
Shadows move too quickly to be seen
From one side to the other
Quivering like smoke

This is the place devised for creatures to be in
A shelter from the everlasting wind
It would extinguish them so massive is duration;
Who could endure the force of it
Outside that one small room?

May 10, 2011


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