“nothing ‘on cue’”

waiting for
the furnace to close down
for the cloud to rise at the
beginning of the day
watching for the stillness
after the silence
watching for the rising
of the day
exhausted
lying by winter’s beach
seagulls pecking
irreverently at my tail
I cannot speak
the pattern of my mind:
oxyglobal visions
trickle from the eyelids
...I cannot close
...I cannot close

--- Friday, February 03, 2012, zen poetry circle

Good one, Peter, I've missed reading your slices of life for a while now.

Les

The poetry workshop members were asked to write pieces about dragons to try to give one of the members ideas for a poem she was working on.

This was originally two tries, which I discovered later seemed to go together. so, anyway, I only read the part beginning with the word, 'exhausted' to the group at that time.