That place is a tile,
between yellow and brown, on
it my sandal’d foot.
– Johannes Beilharz (© 2012)
In today’s American Life in Poetry, column 403, Ted Kooser wrote, “Among the most ancient uses for language are descriptions of places, when a person has experienced something he or she wants to tell somebody else about. Some of these get condensed and transformed into poetry…”
That immediately inspired me to transform a place into poetry, condensed into a haiku, to be precise.
Now the question is, do I want to tell somebody else about this place? I guess I do. And the beauty of this poem is that it contains the truth and nothing but, without any embellishment of any kind.