Early June Morning

Air scented thickly from many spring flowers.
Heat inversion and fog and warming skin.
A morning so heavy that the peonies
can’t lift themselves to greet the sun.
I sit shaded, writing it all down.



Buddha in the Clouds

The sun heats the brain and eyes

so that this vertical (not horizontal normal)

view spins Copernican and slightly air drunk,

until Buddha appears, cloudlike but still solid.

Feel the sand. Hear the waves. Breathe.


buddha clouds