Dear Buddha

Dear Buddha It’s been a while I know I do apologise But stuff gets in the way These silly complications Books to read And CNN But I’m here now And so are you So set in stone And pond-side contemplation I’m sure you understand You always do So much to exhale You wouldn’t believe Not so many frogs this year Perhaps it’s the heat And the cat’s not so keen Bless her I’m so done with it all But I see no path ahead Just snapshots of Arles And moments in Seville These scriptures and hymns Are where I seem to belong Lenny and Phoebe The Milk Carton Kids Charlie’s blues And the streets of Paris Let me focus Let it all go For a moment at least Bask in the glow Of this summer garden heat And breathe If there’s any chance You could point a way There’s no real hurry No real distress I’m sure it will emerge Somewhere in the undergrowth But thanks for listening anyway It always helps And let’s not leave it so long Next time Yours as always Alban’s son Lost and confused And almost done