Another poem from The Lost Box of Eyes Published by the onslaught Press

From the lost box of eyes:

 

 

To Ithaca

we stepped out of the streets

where commerce was busy defeating the rain

to the stillness of silk

a Kesa in a glass cage

stitched together of precious remnants

elaborately embroidered with lotus flowers

the raw silk the colour of old bone

or gleaming on a body like the skin of a dried onion

smooth, reflecting the sun.

a reverenced cocoon.

the uniforms of Japan's firefighters

in the days before safety

were as colourful and fragile as their young lives.

the mulberry leaves transformed in nature

from one state to another and woven together

stronger, with all ceremony

and reverence and care, were treasures.

gifts of the past made new.

the idea of the warm sun held to a skin,

the hope of continuation, of something vital enduring.