Here, Now

Here, Now

The quality of wakefulness
Here, now,
Is beyond breaths.
Rain is pouring
Down so hard and I’m picking
Out very fine
Rhythm beneath
The surface of things.
And it is flowing
Towards within the heart
Of Pursat.
There is immense
Beauty in the dark
Heaving of a gray
Funereal sky.
The leaves are vivid
Like a lingering dream;
Wooden Khmer houses
Stand quiet
In the gust of cold
Wind.

16 September 2001
Pursat, Cambodia

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