The Window
(after Les Fenêtres by Mallarmé)
And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open and shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn. (Kahlil Gibran)
leached of blood red tones
the sturdy stones
cannot be breached – the setting
sun’s beyond the body’s
reach – but not the mind’s –
if you can keep that window
shining clean a lifetime’s sunsets
always gleam
mia burrus feb 2018