Life through a small, round, smooth window

My life: a small, round, smooth window

through which I explore

but a fragment

of the tattered, glorious whole

Inside my small, round, smooth window

everything fits, everything makes sense

but it doesn't

make sense of everything

tattered and glorious, whole

You blink. My small, round, smooth window is gone.

Eyes wide open

Blue sky above warm red earth

beneath my radiant, dusty feet

Not a head hair singed,

not even of the smoke

an aroma

and sounds of glorious feasting

Every small window has its day

to vanish -

small, round and smooth; small, rough-and-ready -

all must vanish (yours and mine)

and all be revealed

in the twinkling of an eye

Eyes wide open.

Radiant feet planted,

small dusty fingers ranging

over the tattered, glorious

whole made whole.

In memory of 'Puds', whose small, rough-and-ready window closed in June 2008.