A late entry. I’m watching a very strange Japanese drama involving a very strange game of mahjongg, and wrote this…
Weighted down by hope
they sink to the bottom of desperation
where every decision is the wrong one
and the distance of the jump is unknown
until the ground comes rushing up
to meet the drowning flesh
It must be a relief
to have it decided for you
whether or not you can answer the question
the symbols etched in the stone will wear away
not unlike the writing you found
on the sand that one morning:
it was left for someone else
but you knew exactly what it meant
And then the bright light burst of red…
(22 December 2017)

Evocative, and a great start to a new day. Thanks.