Interlude
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBiFxpcws4U] A Bengali prince with gold turban went up to the top of the palace tower …
A midnight ping-pong match
is playing among the stars
Atoms careen through space smacked by
invisible paddles
The shadow of the Player Who plays both
sides leans over our hearts
The tick-tock sound of the ping-pong balls
can be heard in our ears among the
singsong of speech and in the
soft darkness of silken silences
But the shadow in our hearts
peers deep inside our souls
and finds inside the same space as the
outer space it finds in space
8/25/09 (from Stretched Out on Amethysts)
Categories: Poems