Metaphysical chess

This poem was written on the day of my beloved Grandmother Zofia's birthday... We shared more than just the affinity for the dramatic...

Play with Death

for the unreachable cliff

if you win

you’ll see

floating

on the waves

millions of

 

silken threads

 

If you win

I will let you

spread your arms

and embrace the air

 

If…

 

you lose

a delicate blow

of wind

will spill elaborate

sand ornaments

 

the dust covering

your name

disappearing, will uncover

ideal emptiness

 

April 15^th, 1997

(Zofia’s birthday)

Author's Note

This poem doesn't want to be published... I pasted it many times and it still doesn't show it...