Vespers



Because I am neither
"for" nor "against,"
I have outraged everyone
but God.
She and I quietly
recline by the stream
eating whatever berries
are in season.
It's a stream we all know,
some of us carried
along by the current,
some of us sitting on the bank,
watching.

Please don't call me
"irresponsible."
I respond to moth-wing,
breath of raindrop,

thistletouch of purple evening,
mourning cry of
mother raven

just as she dissolves
into Winter mist.
If you want the Answer, friend,
just rest a little
more passionately
in the silence
between your thoughts,

where the Question

never arises.


South African photographer Johan Swanepoel

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