The Doldrums
Today the bus stop came apart around me
and was hauled away
as unceremoniously as a jacket
removed in the heat
This is no longer a place even though you
are standing in it
Someone will tell you this and they are
clearly and adorably wrong
A kite is not only a kite where there is wind
A kite can exist in the doldrums
What a wonderful image. All that pink!
ReplyDelete"This is no longer a place even though you / are standing in it": quite a deep feeling of dis-location in that.
Love it. I'm feeling wind and stillness afterward.
ReplyDeleteI am the kite. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Hannah, again & always.