Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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I was the one in the waiting room,
Reading an old book bound in soft leather.

The world? was something I’d heard about.
I let it pass, like so much weather.

9 comments:

Transcend Designs said...

love this...

funny how much our actual reality is so pleasantly different from the one we constantly 'hear' about...

William Michaelian said...

Yep — real life: what a concept. I recommend it to everyone. Thanks, Brad.

giacomo conserva said...

really, really the final rhyme has a sort of inevitability, sweet and final and open, like this whole lovely poem. I can just thank for it.

giacomo conserva said...

out upon it I've been in love/
three whole days together,/
and am likely to love three more/
if it prove fair weather-


concerning the importance of weather

William Michaelian said...

I love it. Thank you. Sometimes we dare to be simple. Today our three-year-old grandson is playing his new plastic harmonica and wearing a hat. Then he changes hats and plays some more. That’s the kind of weather I like most of all.

Jan said...

William, this is so beautiful. I'd love getting lost in a soft leather bound book and leaving the real world behind...at least for awhile.

William Michaelian said...

So far we travel, without moving an inch. Years ago, my mother wore gloves when my parents had a rare night out. I think of them now. May your dream book fit your hands just as well. Thank you, Jan.

erin said...

all of these windows and curtains and soft air. weather. time. and then -

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

you drift in