Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Days of Interruption


I am but one ant
in a hill of ants.
I am a droplet of mist
on a foggy day.
I am a willow
bending to your caste.
I struggle for voice
with mute tongue.
These are the days of interruption.
Of disappearance.
I will dance for you now
but not forever.
So don't get used to it.
I'm not as far gone as I look.

Parfait of Mist by David Webster taken at Kiosk, Algonquin Provincial Park, May 2010.




5 comments:

  1. Filled with wonderful possibility and pensive doubt all at once. Loved the brevity of it, Cathy...

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  2. Loved it. And the photograph is fantastic!

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  3. Beautiful, picture and poem.

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  4. I like it. It has the feeling of a Paul Westerberg lyric.

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