"I like to keep my issues drawn / it's always darkest before the dawn"

[larryhammer]

Work is in panic mode at the moment, leaving me with little brain for anything as creative as linkblogging. Celebrating the lunar new year with our Taiwanese-born Former Sometimes Roommate with a hot-pot was quite lovely, though, even if I did get a leetle bit obsessive with folding origami snakes. But I don't have photos uploaded yet, so instead of new content, have another of those hexagram poems I wrote last autumn.


62. Xiao3 Guò - Small Surpasses

The mountain thunder echoes: with its rumble
the dove returns to nest in fluttering ruction,

a small twig held in bill for home construction.
More booming. Wind whips up the rough and tumble

of warning branches, waving all to leave
before the sky lets loose. Perhaps that's best.

*

Yet still the dove, balanced upon her nest,
carefully threads her twig into the weave

then hunkers in her tossing quarters, riding
safe for the moment from the storm soon blowing

its slanted sheets of rain: she waits there knowing
this too shall pass, that peace shall come, abiding.

---L.

Comments

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love that. Thank you.

[larryhammer]

Thankee.

---L.

[cordialcount]

"fluttering ruction" is a lovely turn of phrase.

[larryhammer]

Thanks.