My nephew climbs up onto my lap
A book in his tiny hand
Writing a giant smile in my heart.
My nephew climbs up onto my lap
A book in his tiny hand
Writing a giant smile in my heart.
Crickets and mist
A snout on a leash hunting
Sounds of morning
Tea, finally
Darkness sings
Noise drowns
Silence.
When I find the dark
I search for the Buddha –
Holding a flower.
Black midnight streets
Whisper through lights.