Buddha's Smirk
Palm trees and bamboo tower
above me
What grand stature!
Patches of terra uncensored by grass
Ferns intertwine, creating a
jungle of green
Deceased, arid palm leaves
rest upon a bed of lively shrub
The humid, Hilo air
annoying, yet, a sense of
warm, maternal embrace
surrounds me
Mr. Buddha, he sits, stone still
So patient
Unmolested by the humidity
or the mosquitoes
An ever so slight grin he presents
that says:
"I don't know it all, but I am content."
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