A Bead of Sweat

A bead of sweat rolls and falls,

it leaves a mark on the blue mat,

a physical sign of an internal quandary.

How to find peace in a landscape so restless,

in a story so disjointed,

in an echo of a voice?

A sore limb, head, heart;

stretches that seek to nurture them all;

a bead of sweat rolls and falls.

How to find peace in music so loud,

in a journey so frantic,

in a book with pages torn?

A breath nurtures streams of fresh thought,

invites and challenges perspective;

a bead of sweat rolls and falls.

ルーク・ダウディングです。

2020年9月28日。

Kyoto Garden, London

Autumn 2020