Deep thinking, especially perhaps when it takes a wishful or wistful turn, may well take us to the strangest places...
BLUEGRASS
BUDDHA
Pensive, cross-legged
on the
sandbanks of time
wishing the
tide away...
watching
the flotsam and jetsam
of long,
happy hours
swoop and
dive like gulls
chasing
crumbs thrown
by this
child, those watchers,
from a
sandcastle’s tower
on a blue
glass sea of dreams...
Oh,
happiness, reminding
like
specks in a kaleidoscope
even as
it turns, like earth
around
the sun, of days gone
forever,
never to return...
Good,
bad, halcyon days
chasing
after crumbs
thrown by
this child-watcher
from a
castle of half lies
on a
bluegrass sea of dreams,
listening
to The Man play and, oh,
but
wishing the tide away...
[From: A Feeling For The Quickness Of
Time by R. N. Taber,
Assembly Books, 2008
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