Sunday, July 7, 2013

Fireworks Meditation

I end my meditation early to go see the fireworks
with my friend and her daughter,
who is inconsolable when the bouncy castles close down,
then enraptured when the fireworks begin.
When the echo of the finale dies away,
and people begin to murmur their question,

"Is that it?"
she issues her demand:

And the thousands who have gathered for the show
will burst forth with color and noise,
then die away,
along with their unmet demands.
Anitya feels more solid than the ground beneath me,
and these thoughts, too, die away.

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