Everyone is busy
But I am not.
Everyone is called somewhere
But I am not.
I am alone
But I am not.
There is a broom by the
chrysanthemum.
There is light
upon the stones.
A breeze runs through the
tree tops.
And golden leaves fall to earth.
Just for this moment.
Then
like that the light is gone
in no more than a shutter snap
The light is gone.
The breeze is still.
Once more
I am alone.
Then
the next moment
is a train
is a bird
is a breeze.
I am sitting alone
But I am not.
a poem for you all, by P.Bralley (I wish the formatting would work. Some lines are indented (ideally- or was it just for the moment?))
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