Shivering in the Sunshine
“Winter weeks we huddled by the hot stove,
Spring days we shivered in the sunshine,
Summer hours we sat in the shade,
Autumn minutes we stared at the moon.
We had idle thoughts, we had no thoughts.
Life made our hearts cry, and it lifted our spirits high.
The ordinary, the exceptional,
The chosen, the accepted,
The very good, the very bad,
Fresh figs, rotten peaches,
The beautiful, the deformed.
They appeared and disappeared.
Samsara and Nirvana ….
Here and Gone.”
- Mike Garofalo, Above the Fog
Chor Pharn said,
May 27, 2006 @ 6:55 am
Mike,
Your poetry has gone on to another level. Something’s changed in you, but it’s good. Have a lovely Spring day, it’s summer year round in tropical Asia where I am, and we just had an earthquake today next door in Indonesia.
Chor Pharn