Monday, September 7, 2015

As is was


Now, in one fine unsplash, the pebble back in your hand,
the face of the pond, the light of the sun, the shape of your hat,
undone as begun, to the brim of the rim in a flash, you carry on as is in,
as is this as was that, and isn’t it fun, isn’t it lost as is won,
as is not as is is, as off as is on, as oft as you come,
isn’t it as was as because it is as all
as is none as is is is?



2 comments:

Jan said...

Much fun to read, William :)

William Michaelian said...

I’m delighted you think so, Jan. Thank you.....