Tuesday, March 9, 2010


Buddha appeared to me
In the water stain on my ceiling.

"Oh, great Buddha,"
I intoned.
"Show me the way."

"First you must get me out of here,"
He instructed.

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?"
I asked.

His smudge eyes looked up at me,
"Fix that hole in your ceiling."

No comments: