like bathing, all of this waiting stillness, silence a pin submerged in water
or a wide-eyed boy scanning the sidewalks for his father groping the dark
an abstract art
the effortlessness in the breaking of this vase fine wrinkles in its makerβs hands, deep creases in his face his pain disintegrates a million pieces on linoleumΒ
that beautiful vase.
silence, golden then suddenly broken becoming a chorus of chaos and moaning