Zen Momento

Dear Friends and Visitors: This poem was originally published on my other blog with Amber Park, Ocean and Stars (Don’t laugh at me, she didn’t post much there). My good friend Joe Bengivenni liked it, so I felt it worthy of calling attention to.


 A grey horizon and river

Under a dark bridge
but the light of life sparkles
In two places, like magic

No time for my camera

As the bus pulls away

At the cafe

The words of a monk
The sound of a piano, and a soft, melodious and melancholy voice
Memories of my father, back home
And of my love, of course

A confluence making a mallet
To ring a bell inside me
Sending a tone to my mind, my heart

Accusing and calling to my feet

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