Dreaming: Sijo VII
The curtain blows in like the ocean in the trees, listen carefully,
for cowery shells spiraling purple, brown, in the bark of ancients.
Breathe deeply, and taste the salty sparkle of waves on clacking stone.
Close your eyes, and feel the gentle lap and slap of sea on hull,
hollowed trees, hallowed ocean, breath and breeze, sun and skin
taste the motion in the wake of your dreams, keep your window open.
Karen K.L. Espaniola April 9, 2012
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