a journey of awareness
In the Space BetweenOnce fallen, it takes a caneTo tap out unfamiliar ground.Where a giant cherry oakHas been blasted by lightning,Its roots upturned and flailingTentacles from an octopus,Not to fall again takes skill,Not to risk a fall is not to live.Charcoal burns on risen breadBut no longer to scent the cherry.[Disposable Poem April 24, 2011]Dr. Mike
In the Space Between
ReplyDeleteOnce fallen, it takes a cane
To tap out unfamiliar ground.
Where a giant cherry oak
Has been blasted by lightning,
Its roots upturned and flailing
Tentacles from an octopus,
Not to fall again takes skill,
Not to risk a fall is not to live.
Charcoal burns on risen bread
But no longer to scent the cherry.
[Disposable Poem April 24, 2011]
Dr. Mike