Issue 4:
Time
Paul Kloppenborg
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Genkai
We only live in space
Filling it, refilling it
Yet, like seed boxes
One can approach oneself
In stages, through gates
Stopping on white pebbles
Past cool, dark, moist fields
New shoots from sickle and hoe
Or, under maples and persimmons
The translucent paper sliding doors
Reflect a quietness of spirit
In welcoming seasons, in seeing them off
Up wooden planks, stockinged soles
On gentle ripples of straw matt
Slow, slow, slowing stepping
Steps under beam span and length
One's renewal in pausing and thought
Planted in time yet harvested by time
~Paul Kloppenborg
Paul, a librarian and widely published poet from Melbourne, Australia, serves as Fiction Editor of Recursive Angel and List Administrator of The Muse Listserv, an Internet discussion group. Email.
© 1999 by Paul Kloppenborg. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.