watching sunlight
crawl on the whitewashed wall ...
Time has a logic
of its own
in the waiting room
Its own place: a mindscape of tanka, 2018
A Room of My Own: Wooden Jesus Tanka
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slanted sunlight
reaches Wooden Jesus on the cross
I close my eyes
... yet nothing whatever emerges
in my mind or my heart
FYI: This tanka could be read as...