I wrote “The Dim Sun” while I was waiting for a bus. And then I wrote “Zen Voyager” while I on the ferry to Port Townsend, Washington. I’m glad that I carried my notebook with me in my backpack.
The Dim Sun
Freshly cut grass tickled my nose, a sneeze exploded and broke the silence
And then bees buzzed life into sleeping trees; hummingbirds dazzled wearing sparkling rainbow light.
And across the way, robins scrambled in trees belting out their seasonal songs
While bloated worms came p for air and crows gathered like school kids trampling on the mud and moss.
The dim sun lingered on the horizon signaling a new dawn and the Earth
The Zen Voyager
Snakelike, the island wrapped around itself, smug with its own existence
The marine air pungent from the entrails of fish–scales, spines, and fins
And the brine of the sea.
Gulls wheel in the sky and dive into the reflective water like blown-glass
Endless calm stretches out for miles we sail along with peace songs
Embracing our hearts and wise words swirl in our minds.
The Zen traveler on board, lightened burdens and spritely feet.
She doesn’t enter this passage by carrying the past nor will the
Future provide her treasure maps.
No, only this moments and these words exist for me.
Time and place, a forgotten space as I let go
And I nose-dive with the dolphins and ride on the backs of whales…
If only in my dreams.
I know one thing.
We are safe here.
We are at peace now.
And together, we weathered the passing storm.
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