for my teacher, Julie Agoos
I’m walking to the gleaming land,
A place where monks and elephants
Gather to study wind.
I’ve filled my bag with bright things
So I can see before I get there.
I can only walk at night,
And shadows are replaced with sounds.
With eyes closed, my teachers
See me with their minds.
When I arrive, I will fathom the forests
The way a puddle does,
Reflecting swaying trees
And the tongues of wild dogs.
This is an older poem that appears in my book, The Comeback's Exoskeleton.
New Look for Adventure Monkey
45 minutes ago