|Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954|
Empty and Full
I used to feel the tide tug and pull,
the waxing and waning of serenity.
I used to.
In those days I knew that my
body was not my own body
but only a vessel. And I kept that vessel
empty - empty and full of my own creation.
Nowadays, still tied to the moon,
my body is my own body.
The only thing that gushes forth
are these words –
more fragrant than any
This is a Magpie Tale.