" Garden of the Inner Mind"
At the top of the red moon bridge
I look over and see the darting forms
of orange koi below.
In this place of gnarled trees
and stone lanterns there is only peace.
The fish render my face into a cubist
painting, and I think that I have
grown more patient with passing years.
I have learned where time goes;
the click of a bamboo spout measures it.
Dressed in silk, I walk this garden alone.
Here the wind waits upon me;
the nightingale sings at twilight.
On a path ahead stands a teahouse;
I hear a soughing rustle of fans.
© 2004 M. Kathryn Black
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