On A Walk With Poets At The Huntington
walking along pathways into verbiage jungles of english gardens
coming out into clearing of genkan entry way into nipponese
tea gardens that sing with buddhist bells of birdsongs
accompanied with timpani rhythm of babbling brook
rushing down rocks under dense foliage fanning
above with dragonfly witness to footsteps
passing along intricate pathways up to the threshold
of tarmac crossings into a tea garden of a chinese tradition
that unfolds with hand hewn hunan cobblestones that
capture all footfalls and guide them into ponds of
peaceful contemplation on stone bridges arcing
above clamoring carp of multi-colored luminescence
hidden in brackish waters as they playfully gasp for
entrance into conversation as each one contains
a mythological poet who trades words for moonlight dignity
when all visitors have tread homeward to leave them
reciting their own litanies inspired by the conversations
of mortal wonderment that transpires on the granite
bridges that shadow the shallows of their liquid quagmire
of crowded solitude among turtles that languish for sunlight
in their amphibious shells of natural rewards
everywhere there is safety in this pond
a peacefulness as birds fly overhead
these carp seize nothing more
than morsels that are known
as words that are common
as carp in the ocean
but never more
beautiful as
they are
right here
right now
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