ECLIPSE
The ancient radiating bowl
of light
wraps its arms around everything–
gives a new patina
to the bamboo garden chairs
changes the crisp poppies
to an unrecognizable white,
infusing present
flesh through pelvic
and muscle and memory
As it moves deepest into the skein
of atmosphere
leaping over the opening
pages of tree leaves,
water
sacred fire
stone
and soil,
rejoicing the subtle display
and minutes
from its beginning
hearts are sliced
open completely
JUST HUMAN
the intuitive path should lead
to somewhere–
laughter
a best medicine
at the turn of the road
one metrical robed foot
and then the next–
great ideas sometimes clash!
a more complex word
will not do,
faith
and a good handshake
is all
yesterday the discovery
of a new insect
BEGINNING A CONVERSATION WITH THE DALAI LAMA
didn’t know when to begin
he then insisted I begin….
where do I begin?
in the afternoon
we imagine tea
and water running
over
a crag
and I pray
the simple blooms
to come now
while I can stand
the season
of the knowledge
of their passing
and he laughs
before the sun rises
and we catch
our breath
and wait
Yon Walls
2011-12