The Sacred and the Profane

Snow falling
Quiet. Soft.
Except
for
the rattling whiz of
the vacuum.
She is practicing
working meditation.
Ear drum
vibrates
as it moves
close.
Rocks
fir needles
sand
Clink clink clink
as the vacuum
clears away
debris
in my mind.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s