Poetry

Meditation

I.
A young girl’s voice
echoes up three
flights of steps
Through salas
to this bright room

I love you
       I love you
    I love you

 

II.
A red balloon
struggles against
the hazed sky
Rising slowly
the sometimes-seen string
swaying
Higher it goes
gaining speed
Past the clouds
into the blue heaven
Becoming free
of this city

 

III.
These windows
are reflected
in the mirrored windows
across the street

I search
for my reflection

in vain

 

IV.
In silence we sit
eyes closed
breath deep
Some heads bowed
& I wonder
why so many
frown
in meditation

Lorraine Caputo

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