Thursday was a day of cylinders.
Tea cakes shaped like old tiles
with a gutter in front
but more tender and more tasty.
Real tiles in Bukchon Hanok Village
are heavy enough to anchor a home
tight to the earth in storm.
The word “typhoon”
is a cylinder.
Sunrise reddens the red trunks
of pines outside my door.
So wavy and so wayward
hard to believe they are rigid.
Photos and travel notes from Seoul Art Space Yeonhui by Rachel McAlpine. Sharing is good.