Cradle the bowl of curried rice memories
Posted to Action Poetry
by judih on 2001-04-15 05:29:00
Inhale aromas
The gentle days
parsley gathering
stomach rumbling
joy! – a discovery!
a random melon
or cabbage patch
dinner time feasts
Those fields
harvest houses now
train tracks and time
separate the rich
from barefoot
walking she
then, a gypsy
pummeling her meridians
on stones and fossils
gentle breezes
charging her spirit
with fragrance of morning
eucalyptus
leaves laughing
to the sun.
Cradle the bowl of curried rice memories
tomorrow echoes
a promise of more
