M a n n e e

The Snake of Dusk

 

In the ear of the woman

Whispered the snake

Of forbidden knowledge

Just then, uncoiling from her slumber

She sheds her ancient skin

And hangs it on the stretching branch.

 

On the damp forest ground

A piece of mirror

Reflecting a shard of clearing sky

 

A glimpse of the promised morn

Now is the time

Now is the moment

Of dissipating haze.