Canvas 419 — August 23, 2014
I Wonder
After a long absence, they began to fear for him, and so they sought him in the cave where he sometimes slept. He was not there; but they found a striking image of him which seemed to have etched itself onto one of the walls, where at certain times of the year water would seep through and trickle down. They gazed upon the image for a long time. Finally, to break the silence, one of them said, “He suffered so. It seems that at last he has found peace.” Another, half in reply and half to himself, said, “I wonder.” That night, when darkness fell, they heard an owl. The owl said, “Grief.” And when the sun rose, the sun said, “Belief.”
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Categories: Drawings, New Poems & Pieces
Tags: An Unknown Poet, Art, Belief, Grief, Morning, Owls, Poems, Poetry, Suffering
William Michaelian 