The road where I passed today
Was not the same as yesterday.
The driver took the shortest route – the easiest.
Moulting:
The snake shedding its skin.
Changes, I said to myself. Changes.
There were three of us left inside the vehicle.
Two faces I am familiar with – that of a woman and a man.
Science’s skin lapping that of religion’s
Stitching of the skin – woman.
Cutting of the skin – man.
Now, I’m thinking of Africa.
Now, I’m thinking of Jews.
I told the driver to stop on the other side.
I lifted the lock, raised the door open, and went out.
Waiting for an idea to struck:
An idea -- that a mouse should cross my path,
An idea -- that a cat would sit on its favorite spot.
And I would say: It’s too early.
The sky, after reading a letter from the sun, blushes pink.
“Look at her skin,” I would tell you, “pink.”
Reading is listening. We listen to what we read.
Reading and listening to their voices:
Their voices have their own skin.
Irezumi.
Traditional Japanese tattooing – an art.
I remembered you. And your skin.
She – the mountain woman.
Perhaps, they can make her a National Artist.
The living art.
The living skin.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
The road where I passed today
Was not the same as yesterday.
The driver took the shortest route – the easiest.
Moulting:
The snake shedding its skin.
Changes, I said to myself. Changes.
There were three of us left inside the vehicle.
Two faces I am familiar with – that of a woman and a man.
Science’s skin lapping that of religion’s
Stitching of the skin – woman.
Cutting of the skin – man.
Now, I’m thinking of Africa.
Now, I’m thinking of Jews.
I told the driver to stop on the other side.
I lifted the lock, raised the door open, and went out.
Waiting for an idea to struck:
An idea -- that a mouse should cross my path,
An idea -- that a cat would sit on its favorite spot.
And I would say: It’s too early.
The sky, after reading a letter from the sun, blushes pink.
“Look at her skin,” I would tell you, “pink.”
Reading is listening. We listen to what we read.
Reading and listening to their voices:
Their voices have their own skin.
Irezumi.
Traditional Japanese tattooing – an art.
I remembered you. And your skin.
She – the mountain woman.
Perhaps, they can make her a National Artist.
The living art.
The living skin.
