I’m a pupil, snoozing in
the silence, not so fragile
anymore, trying to hike
over the jargon, peel back
the hard shell, scoop out the
kernel, inspect the evidence.

Wisdom, I’m told, is elusive though
undisguised, always at the ready,
patiently able to disentangle
the structures, strip the world
down to the dusty skeltons,
and expose the brutal fallacies.

What is it? This luminous emptiness,
not so remarkable to the ancestors,
but the twinkle in their eyes intrigues.
Their fresh daybreak practices shimmer
and excite hidden heats, pumping
oxygen into our airless passages.

Seasonable weather. No
ants, a few leaves blowing
about.

DB 2006