by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
I burned my hand
on the stove today
and pulling back
convulsively from the
glowing flame
it occurred to me
that this dark room
myself centered in
has walls made
of the same
glowing flame
that keeps me
in the center
alone.
Stranger things
have occurred to me
while running
cold water over my hands.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016