nightfall:
a native
moves through Eden
gray stone on
weathered concrete
strict figures
cast in marble
shadows
in lotus-blossom streets
the walls of paradise
keep my spirit
grounded, held
here
an endless promise
of the earth
is unfolding, forgotten
one good shake
a broken spire
and a sky split open
i will let myself
get lost here
i will let myself
feel endless joy
and reckless sorrow
i am
Siddhartha in daylight
an underground bodhisattva
nirvana attacks me
from all sides
