Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Elizabeth Spires––Zen Poem
** Elizabeth Spires: "Zen Sonnet"
It was April and we were reading the book about Zen
you were writing your Zen poems and we were talking
about the moment we were in and I was thinking thoughts
that were not Zen: how I know too much too little to teach you
and then I stepped back from each thought and watched it
disappear a horse without a rider over a sharp-edged horizon.
Spring was a pale shade of yellow a green that kept deepening
there was desire and there was a sense of unfolding and I thought
how we can do anything there is no need for an excess of feeling
we can walk through the door that was made for entering and exiting
abandoning the poems that were never ours though we wrote them
to the one who walks into this room when we are gone.
So let us go out into the world and wander a little
beggars with empty bowls in straw hats grass sandals.
