View #45
after Hokusai
and Hiroshige
I dreamt half my life was spent
in wonder, and never suspected.
So immersed in the
moment
I forgot I was ever there.
I forgot I was ever there.
Red-tailed hawk
turning
resistance into ecstasy.
resistance into ecstasy.
The patrolmen joking with
the drunk
whose butt seemed glued to the sidewalk.
whose butt seemed glued to the sidewalk.
A coral quince blossom in
winter,
pink as a lover's present.
pink as a lover's present.
And tilting my bamboo
umbrella
against the warm slant
against the warm slant
of rain, was I not a happy
peasant
crossing the great bay on a bridge that began
crossing the great bay on a bridge that began
who knows when, and will
end
who knows when?
who knows when?
~ Thomas Centolella
~
(Views from along the Middle
Way)
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