A LOST FISH


 

In the course of all meditation I watch, that is never there.

I think of the north: I think of the south.

I find you without we, at the centre of unknown- a metaphor unbecoming.

Is it my secularism that breaks uneven, or is it the tradition of male born of female?

In tenderness I despise your nothing. Touch the blades of the river far away swimming, limb by limb, standing still on the bank, carrying the taste of you.

At once, in a leftward leap, I will swallow the strength, and become everything.

 

(December 03, 2010)

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5 thoughts on “A LOST FISH

  1. Touch the blades of the river far away swimming, limb by limb, standing still on the bank, carrying the taste of you. …

    these are some pretty lines …loved it!

  2. Hi, How are you doing?

    I welcome you to week 23 poetry potluck at Jingle Poetry : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    Always, we treasure your support and would be more than happy to see you share…

    The linkz will be open for submission 8pm, Sunday, American Central…theme related entries or unrelated entries are all welcome!

    Best Regards for your day.

    Week 23 Theme: Our Home, Temple and Sanctum

    xoxox

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