Wings
Silence shivered
through the forest
and between my toes
staccato beat
of rubber soles
clopping over snow
a single droplet
slips under robes
and through the crack
Father said,
“Be like me”
Mother said,
“you were born free”
Roshi’s koan,
“Who were you
before
you were born?”
When parents spoke
I listened for
what was unsaid
Their gene pool
divided
into swimmers or sinkers
His strong teeth
given to me
like a zippered purse
Her strong will
pulled me
like an ox drawn cart
“Keep sitting, more zazen!”
snowman in the sun
“don’t waste time!”
Roshi’s wiry brows
quoting the silence
between his words
Roshi, mother, father
blowing out
as I breath in
Like the winds
that lift both wings
off the ground
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