Poem

Not sure I have this one quite right.

Museum Peace

In the distance I saw an ancient unlined face of a woman

I walked the polished stone floor in her direction

Her velvet arms prevented me from drawing closer

She did not care for sunlight or the touch of the living

Preferring the company of the beautiful helplessness of armless Greek gods

I came too late

Perhaps by a minute

Or a thousand years

She had made her decision

No more asking a question

No more listening for an answer

Her eyes were closed forever

Her expression forever formed

She had traveled inward

At peace with her own mystery

Leaving behind a marble message

"Let the caller and the called disappear, be lost in the Call"*

*Rumi