Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The View From the Cushion....

To keep myself from chasing after passing fancies

I sit still, let the distractions find me,

move in, exhaust their lease,

and leave me behind

Breathing in, breathing out.

* * *

Seeking refuge from strong winds

I watch my breathe rise and fall.

From the plaster wall I face

An owl casts a stern gaze over his hooked beak.

I am not concerned, and he flies away.

1 comment:

anno said...

I like the way your new background complements this piece... had me looking for the owl. Interesting idea, that if you let them, distractions will pass; whatever is essential will stick around...