Saturday, April 18, 2015

Between Frost and Dew

There was nothing on the boards, of what has become known , as the imaginary deck outside of the bedroom.

Nothing to explain the pattern on the surface.

No angle of  Sun or Shadow

No curve or contour to conform to

A two dimensional representation of a larger multidimensional or other dimensional presence.


When the Pattern instructs the Pattern- Maker

I didn’t recognize the voice on the answering machine immediately.

An Ironic tone,

Disappointed that it wasn’t My number to Skype and caged  in the Arcane and Archaic Nether world of Voice Mail.

It was Great to Hear the sound of My Friend ,and get his Message,

In an Old Fashioned, Living Moment.