White Sandals

(Leaf 66) – Reflection

 

Sometimes, especially when travelling, we get a sudden glimpse of the sublime set in the midst of the everyday. I forget exactly where, but this poem was prompted by a sight seen somewhere in China.

 

 

Stepping so carefully

on the dirty wet tiles

of the footbridge,

in her white

high-heeled sandals.

 

 

Photograph by Tim Chamberlain