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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