#throwingthenetopen and posting a poem today, after a run in the park this morning…
A moment earlier
Underneath the gold Buddha.
Rain cascading like an abandoned tap
A leaf pirouetting through the sky.
Moments like this
It’s the light that does it.
That’s doing it.
Inside can’t help but respond.
As I sit here underneath the gold Buddha
A lady and her dog nearby.
I look at the trees
And their old leaves
My bottom perched on cold stone
Will it get cold I think
As I sit here
Underneath the gold Buddha
Waiting for the rain to pass by.