LOTUS
Greet the break of day
I didn’t write a
poem last night
Turtles swimming in the ocean
Words fallen to
the bottom of the sea
Rabbits digging in the snow
I dive for pearls
Fair lady scoops up all the water
scoop out shells
spreads it across the land
build middens
from the empties
It rains on the lotus
and now it pours
the lotus blossoms
the ink runs
sends its roots deep into the mud
draws its own
blooms
The wind blows to the north
I blot petals dry
to the south
blow on paper
lifts to the heavens
ink all over my
hands
presses to the earth
dark smudges on
my face
White cranes flash their wings
Nope - still no
flashes of inspiration
the rabbits still digging in the snow
I dive and dig
as we say farewell at the end of the day
My muse sleeps on
The lines in italics are the moves in Lotus a T'ai Chi qigong form.
