The Shade
The Shade
A pull of a string—
the shade begins to rise.
The picture—clearing.
Leaves falling—
visible openings to NO where
and everywhere.
How a canvas
can appear so full
draped in the succulence
of life’s finest spreads
—then—
one swift
swoosh of the table cloth—
a barren display.
Hot savory dishes
once providing an appetite
for communion,
now choose emptiness—
hosting ‘absence’
extending an invitation—
not a formal note.
Instead,
a silent
cabin,
a loft in
naked branches—
A resting place.
Revealed, not yet…
a blossoming to come.
Waiting is the joy
in the unknown.
The shade
covers nothing
and the light
so blinding—
we are asked
to trust.
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