L'aura del Campo

Tale behind the fusuma

Today's scribble

Tale behind the fusuma

on the other side of papered rice
calm snores slice through shadows
soft rustles on tatami floor
your unruffled sense of propriety
your wisdom to ignore

light that enters as cool damp dawn
the yawn of yet another day
what may be known someday
a mystery from last night's fray
a reckoning recalled tomorrow

rice paper slides to beckon breakfast
in wafts of sweet or sour breezes
lifting from unfreezing floors
as unseen whispers greet your yawn
on the other side of paper screens

© Kåre Enga [166.342] 2010-01-01

Sketching it out:

I was looking in a dictionary just for fun. Came across the word fusuma (framed paper sliding partitions... think shoji) along with 'sam sodden' and 'sehna knot' and 'mistress of the robes'.
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Me and Mine:

My neighbor Lavinia sang "Light of the Spirit" to me before she got it up on YouTube. Nice to know the singer/writer. She wanted it to be simple and easy to sing. The visuals are Missoula, Montana.



Lavinia called yesterday as well. I need to call my landlord to tell him I will not be in town this week to pay rent. Not sure at this moment when I return.

My "nature" notes scribbled yesterday: "Swimming in Anabel's tub. Eureka's waterfront." 

California: 57º, foggy in Eureka at 8 p.m.

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