Japanese Rock Garden, Rock Garden, Summer, Yin Yang Symbol, Nature, tranquility
I sit behind my thoughts sometimes
And watch the fiction play out
all my selves beaming,
the starstuff and the alien
in my derelict garden.
Like shucking an oyster,
earth splits open
satisfied with seeing.
The camouflage of self
emptied of words,
releasing the grip of my echo,
The butterfly dance
that is life.
This is my quiet place,
this is my sanctuary.
It is where I let the rainbow mist
clear the fires that are raging.
The silent but steady cog that directs all motion:
a handful of glimmering air,
a bundle full of shadow
bash themselves against the air
as the light shines
from distant stars.
Rhonda Morrison
JULY 22, 2020