(For Drew)

Rising sun like molten lava
Sky the shade of sliced young guava

Delicate spiders weaving webs
Lifting, pulling silken threads

Dragonflies on clotheslines
Pagoda flashing in the sky

Golden spires, tinkling bells
Meditators sit in quiet cells

Malati nestled in the leaves
Tiny pinwheels in the trees

Fuschia flowers, paper petals
Tomcat crouching in the nettles

Plump ants like ripe blackberries
Cluster together, antennas touching

Crickets hop down sun-bleached paths
Chipmunks rustle in the grass

Purple clematis, winding vines
Like sea anemones, opened wide

Setting sun, a fierce blood orange
Paints the heavens as it burns


3 Responses to Bodhgaya

  1. d says:


  2. sheila says:

    Very sweet!

  3. Debbue says:

    Hi Sarh,
    It’s 3:00 a.m. and I am awake trying to think of burial plans for John, a very difficult subject for me. I decided to go to your blog and found this poem. It’s lovely. I’m going to print it and put it on my refrigerator. I love you. Deb

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