For Dadu


You will find me breathing

Inside of small daily places.

When your morning routine

Sighs in banality, look for me

In a stone bathtub filled with water,

A crowing bird on the sill,

In a whiff of chocolate hazelnut spread

Thickly on a toasted bread,

Look for my remembered shape

In the songs on the radio

In the static on the television

In the cold of the refrigerator

You will hear me saying,

Another day has broken

Like the yellow yolk of morning.


Leave a comment

No comments yet.

Comments RSS TrackBack Identifier URI

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s