
hollowed out boulder:
home to a meditating monk;
keeps rain out… most days

hollowed out boulder:
home to a meditating monk;
keeps rain out… most days

through bleary eyes,
i look out to see the moon,
then fall back to sleep


banyan roots
intertwine like snakes
writhing in a pile

clouds, pulled & rolled
like fine webbing, glow in the
conch-orange sunlight



water lilies
align in a window
in the foliage


the desert sun
sets over the lake,
and all is gold

staggering
through a black cave, & then
a shaft of light