Glimpse

I wasn’t here
until I tripped over a stone
and stopped at the edge  of pain

just in time
to look at the stitches
of your monastic robes

just in time
to see the gaps between the bricks
of an emptiness

just in time
to see the broken pinnacle
and feel that piece was me….

Image and poem : ©Malintha Perera 2015

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