Tuesday, January 29, 2008


The cloud filled sky
caused the shadows to lighten
one moment and darken the next.

My dog awaits the intruder.
A vigilant creature,
she moves her head from side to side,
anticipating the enemy.

My wife shuffles through her life,
trying to decide what is needed
and what can be thrown away.
My compliments are returned
with "I could have thrown away more."

My Buddhist friend writes
that nothing has a permanent self,
and I wonder if everything
has an impermanent self.
Meaning that the gravel
around my pond has a self,
which would explain why
my now expired dog would chew
each rock and then spit it out.

An hour later, the shadows
completely disappeared because
of a beckoning storm,
and then,
a moment later, reappeared
as if spring was here.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

lovely poem, Kim. Beautiful. I do think that throwing away and changing a life is loss (of what you had) and it is hard for you to lose.....to have loss, to deal with loss.....

Who's in the world?

Xiushan said, "What can you do about the world?" Dizang said, "What do you call the world?"