She is patient and tireless. Her aim is absolute.
I listen more and more these days as
I still my rebellion and angst.
Although, I trudge through hours as if it hurts to move,
Would that I learn to stop craving long summer days
Midway through my darkest winter.
The icy air in this season is sudden,
it’s sharpness cuts to the bone.
Would that I might drop such trembling,
as easy and lay to rest simply,
each varying hue of yesterday.
Oh, that I might bow with brilliant command
without uttering a word at the close of day,
neither wholeness, nor part, nor emptiness
reducing her rise.
Would that I might rest calm amid the winds and torrential rain,
Alone and unmoved beneath
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Editor: Bryonie Wise
Photo: elephant archives