tanka-- small songs I sing to join my voice to other voices hidden in the grass
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Will the Circle Be Unbroken
My mother is helping me hang wallpaper in the kitchen of my first house. Eagles, oak leaves and acorns march one-two, one-two around the walls, back to our starting point above the window. But here’s a dilemma—we’ll have to put two eagles side-by-side, or else two oak leaves. To me, either arrangement looks glaringly wrong. But my mother cheerfully pastes up two eagles in a row, taking care to select a left-facing eagle where the pattern calls for right.
a circle inked on white paper— imperfect open to the drift of stardust and ashes