Candelabra above the Door

Sunday, before standing on the roof
Drinking from a bottle:

Ignore the naked workshop
The neighbors stretching at the window
The total cloud cover of silence
The hum of the morning room holding out
Against rushing traffic, a full day of events,

Emptiness whispering at its knees,
Pre-penitent vibrations and hellos.

Decreate contemplative escapees
Searching the key room, lateral, elliptic,
Scratching at the back stairs door
Like the monster scheduled for
The last 300 frames of the flick.

Take comfort in the rat,
Cleaning her fur, the forgiving tongue
Of the practical dawn.
There is no measure for innocence,
Recognition, a day to oneself.

This needs work, but I wanted to get it into the stream anyway, until I can get back to it to write the koan it was going to be.

Any suggestions would be welcome,

Peter

I'll be interested to see what direction this one takes you, Pete.

Les