Sunday, May 31, 2009

Lost in Thought

Without a net, I catch a falcon
and release it to the sky, hunting

You. This wine I drink today was
never held in a clay jar. I love

this world, even as I hear the great
wind of leaving it rising, for there

is a grainy taste I prefer to every
idea of heaven: human friendship.

- Rumi

Photo: ©2009 David W. Sumner

1 comment:

John W. Wall said...

Good one. Good juxtapose.