OPTIONAL POETRY

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice — Basho, I’m too well-acquainted with the small of the night, the lonely hours that pull one out of sleep, so desperate for company. Seeing only frost from my window, a hoary silence, and lacking discernment, I thought it had snowed. It’s noon, now, golden, and I’m a foreigner to myself.   (I don’t normally do writing challenges but was tempted by this great post […]