Two women, long necked beauty,
elegant arms lifting prayer,
instruments of psalms ready.
Snow geese in ascension.
A horse from Iran, Arabian stock,
a desert that claimed a life,
the Persian Gulf, oil and war,
religion infected with greed,
fanatical.
An old man from Poland
with a bag of gold a promise
of wealth flowing into my purse,
my life abundant prospering
with this gift, I admit,
it has, yes it has.
My mom and my dad,
he in his sport jacket and
cowboy boots from Quebec
rocking back with a laugh.
Her in a beige dress suit,
long, flowing, radiant
with joy for the camera
knowing they were happiest
then.
The Buddha smashed by a kid
but still chuckling to himself.
So intriguing, the opening stanza and the closing are just right counterpoints. I appreciate the shared photo as well on the Facebook group.
ReplyDeleteWell done...
This is so visual to me.. An old man from Poland
with a bag of gold a promise... love the specificity.