we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

Saturday, 16 May 2009

Russian Dolls III

They sit
Within one another,
As though the steppe were not wide enough
For them all to stand alone.

With that hollowness inside of them
I suppose it is natural
That they seek company in smaller versions of themselves.
Or perhaps
They are anchoring themselves
Lest the wind should sweep them away.

One day,
They might grow tired of one another
And separate a while
Only to find themselves
Like the seeds
Of a silverberry tree.