Middle Space
Author: Pondering Red


You sleep-
looks delicious,
covered by blankets blue
as if floating with the sky.

I have escaped
to occupy my kitchen space-
delicious indeed -
an old woodstove feeling of warmth.
Sounds of renaissance violas seep
through the radio,
seep through time...

to places I will
probably never go.
- negative thought -

In Kulu,
my first lover wanders.
I imagine grinning children-
a women with too heavy
multiple hooped earings.
The valley of the gods - they say.
I have hundreds of pictures
where the mountains go on,
meet other mountains-
time after endless time.
The woman smiles
with her whole body as she weaves
the brightest designs.
You are a dot
somewhere in that valley-
in your delicious place.

I sip roasted coffee-
delight in my own
Himalayan kitchen valley.
You are both so different.
I am in some middle space.
- happy aloneness -


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