Visions In A Sorcerer’s Garden
~ a meditation ~

I.
Sometimes I am the shadow of
A dragonfly, broken and sliced,
On ripples of a pond
And sky an inverted
Blue bowl.
II.
Sometimes I am a dark cedar
Frozen in a silk tapestry
Doomed to stillness,
Whilst the hunt tumbles
Deafeningly about.
III.
Sometimes…