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
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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