Asymmetry has its own beauty
Nothing revealed, nothing concealed
Only loss of symmetry
Like death with its own mystery
Brings silence and tears.
The loved one—
the radiance when lost
should not be remembered
then the stars
I should not cry.
One by one
I thread filaments of thoughts
Standing in the rain.
THE LORD IS RISEN.
To taste five different vintages
The guide gives us detailed instructions
Old palate remembers
Time’s passing so quickly
You have not returned from your walk
You should have been getting ready
To go to ride the ferry
Eating breakfast, dressing up
But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat
The telephone is garbled confusion
Converging into cries and disbelief
Of what has happened.
Tears take time to dry
Smile takes time to sustain
Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not
Take the place of loss, we
Brave each morning, learning
New steps, each night may bring
New dreams, to remember and celebrate
Your life that will not return
Understanding and surrender take time
Love bears and endures all things
The only truth I have to know.
In colorful costumes, the children break out from May pole circle,
Running with outstretched arms, spreading like a fan
Butterflies shimmering in the light