Buddha appeared to me
In the water stain on my ceiling.
"Oh, great Buddha,"
"Show me the way."
"First you must get me out of here,"
So I took the back-end of a hammer to the ceiling.
And got him out.
Cradling him in my hands.
I heard a soft murmuring.
Through the gently falling dust and chunks of plaster.
"What must I do now?"
His smudge eyes looked up at me,
"Fix that hole in your ceiling."