It’s so dry here this winter. I’m polishing furniture and wooden masks and bowls and mantles with lemon oil. Everything smells so fresh and clean. In the process I’m remembering old friendships…
I pick up a bowl a girlfriend painted for me years ago. A small wooden bowl. She painted it a twilight blue and a scene of a lake with egrets and a full moon. Along the edge she painted the inscription:
The moon and the year travel and pass away
also the day
also the wind.
Also the flesh passes away
to the place of its quietness.