Poem: “One Small Room”

One Small Room

Is the past a house with doors and windows,
What is to come a citadel one blind entrance?
There is no past or future
There is a room with open windows
The wind blows through from one side to the other
Curtains billow out like banners
Shadows move too quickly to be seen
From one side to the other
Quivering like smoke

This is the place devised for creatures to be in
A shelter from the everlasting wind
It would extinguish them so massive is duration;
Who could endure the force of it
Outside that one small room?

May 10, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."