A cup of chai,
An outdoor table
Sheltered from
The rain,
Brief refuge
From procession
In the endless
Human caravan.
I sit and sip.
My ancient eyes
Begin to rise.
One needs to sip
Existence now and then:
Tomorrow I'll strap on
My burden and resume
My place in the parade.
copyright 2004 by Max Reif
Max, This poem is beautiful in it's simplicity and succeeds in bringing me right there with you...Gainor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Damn, Max... I really enjoy your poetry! dan