Permeable Each New Year the watering ceremony on all the Buddha statues. Crowds spill over holding bowls fragranced with flame of the wood, yellow gardenia, cape jasmin… for the righting of thought, deed and word from the swell of the past. I pitch forward to the front to come out in the wash, use two lotus flower stems to dab the drops awkwardly, fastidiously, in the spirited jostling as if finely patting with small swabs, like a pointillist painter honing in, out, in for a clear perspective, like the burns patient I was, the nurse I’m becoming.
Christopher M James, a dual British/French national and retired HR professional, lives near Paris. He has published in Aesthetica, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Journal …. and in numerous anthologies (Live Canon, WoLF, Canterbury Poet of the Year, Verve, Dempsey & Windle …). In the past three years, he has been a prizewinner in numerous competitions (Sentinel, Yeovil, Stroud, Poets meet Politics, Wirral, Hanna Greally, Maria Edgeworth, Earlyworks…). He is also a musician, a translator and, some would say, a failed journalist.
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