‘koan’

December 9, 2016 at 5:39 pm Leave a comment

‘koan’

this great house
seems to echo with
the absence of children.
though it was
the fulfillment of a long-held
dream, almost

a revelation, now
it reveals only silence

(in the long afternoons, quite often, you’ll
wander the creaking halls, stare
in storied bedrooms:  not wishing, really, to
recreate the past.  but
this absence is inarguable.)

the sound of one hand,
clapping:  once
a riddle you couldn’t solve.
Odd.  It seems quite plain, now.

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Sorry, some days A True Telling

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