Ink

Ancient like Resin

Revealing itself with a Glimmer

Then Fading

into the empty

Darkness of Silence

a matter of revelation

of Readiness, Timing

No cause, no effect

Rather Seizing

The promise of a Moment

like a hand lazily

waiting in the water

for the yielding Fish

the one who says:

“Take me, take me Now”

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

4 thoughts on “Ink

  1. Rare moments described beautifully…. I wish I had taken the time to take them but life weighed me down…. Your poetry is cathartic for me Keren xx

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