Thoughts from a Stone Bench

(Dec. 31, 2023)


i could see 
it tip as down
down and down 
it went tiptoeing
into a negative
infinity: a big
round ball tossed
across the sky
by the chariot 
dream where 
time meets
Timelessness

the monks file 
past, entranced.
hand-held mallets
strike the gongs,
echoing silence
stills the evening
into wakefulness 

crescendoing 
call of a brainfever 
sends a yellow-
-wattled lapwing 
wading through 
water

but lo the stone
bench which 
seats me has 
turned cold
and indifferent
like a tomb with
its sepulchre
silence of the 
year slowly
departing: all
the yesterdays
like skeletons lie
interred  in the
gentle folds of 
eternity 

stoking for
one last time
the fiery rims
of the sunken
  sun, i bid 
  farewell
   to 2023

Comments

dleec23 said…
Beautiful Seema. You have wonderful imagery. Yes goodbye 2023.
January 14, 2024 at 7:17 PM
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