To a Lost Thought
From unknown depths
the bubble rose
and broke
the glassy smoothness
of my day.
As it soared
into the hollow
of my mind,
I marveled
at the rainbow
in its womb
and tried
to catch it.
But my hands,
rough
and overeager,
ignored
its fragility,
shattering
the crystal thought,
leaving nothing
but a fading taste
on the palate
of my awareness.
Image: While the wooden base you see is from an Estonian forest, the three Nenets screamers come from the Nenets Autonomous Okrug where they were fashioned by an unknown bone carver. I found two of them at a store selling handmade things in Arkhangelsk and really wanted a third one to complete the trio. An unknown shaman must have heard my scream as I found a third one 750 kilometers away in a souvenir shop in St. Petersburg entered at random.
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