Thomas Martin Poet Sijo

Wesak: Vision Quest

(linked Sijo)

Outside my tent 
a circle of gray stones
a place for fire

my heart heavenward 
no hat, no shoes, no shirt
under a cloudless blue.

a little chipmunk 
scurries out of my tent
No eagle in the sky, 


Soon I forget the river's song, 
falling asleep in the deepening darkness,
in the moonrise, I listen again

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Carol Eastman April 21, 2015 at 7:06 AM It gives a feeling of being on a great vision quest .

Constance La France April 17, 2015 at 4:11 PM Thomas, your poem was wonderfully penned, 7, and do not be disappointed with the chipmunk, they are an animal that survives hardships even though a small size, it threatens no other creature and lives a life of peace and thanks for visiting my poem, I, Poet

Barbara Gorelick April 17, 2015 at 2:31 PM Beautifully done. Are you native American? BG