this ancient song

, br


this ancient song

made new.

your hands

make birdshadows

beat against a wall.


our pavilion

its silks and streamers

flutter in the chill

breeze of after - noon

await the still


- pause -


the space between

the indrawn breath of day

the slow sigh of night


a moment in time
a moment away
a moment


.now.


your hands

make birdshadows

beat against a wall