
the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall

the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall

two roosters
on a paddy dike:
a flash of black

nesting birds
unmoved by their reflected
doppelgängers

How much grander must the world seem
closer to the ground,
a grass forest within the forest
with layered forest sounds?
Or would one be cut off from
the vaulted dome of sky,
and have one’s world shrink to
the limits of one’s eye?
If an ant thought it saw everything,
but only viewed a slice,
would its tiny ant mind have contracted a basic human vice?

before opening,
a crow takes a table,
and demands service