Jan 28, 2018 Haiku, Original Poetry
Bowl
©January 28th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
I’m an empty bowl
In a revolving desert
I await cool rain.
I am empty still.
A bird circles overhead
Silent, unchanging.
Visions from new worlds
Crowd on the periphery
Stop, don’t jostle me!
Let me shimmer here
In this deadly, trembling heat
I have been sucked dry.
I await the night.
I won’t fight the dreams that come
When I sleep awake.
I reflect the sky.
My bowl fills up and ripples
My limits are here.
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