Saskatchewan River

i went by the Saskatchewan River

my new guru and an untiring comforter

this time, just to thank her

for the previous day’s lesson, my only offer

also for the quarter, much bigger

rise from the usual nickel

she gave me as i beat the trickles

of the spring rain, to explore her

further change for my soul

now hardened like a range of mountains

evolved through a long time

difficult to get rid of like the lime

deposited inside my kettle

that boils water

a generous gift

of the Saskatchewan River

henry victor     04.05.2007

i try not to touch

 

it’s 7.10 am

last day of the retreat

again i am in front

of the same window

the curtain too is drawn

to see the beyond

the moon, perhaps waned more

now blocked by the spruce tree

winds are not blowing

but some smoke is puffing

the chimney causing a chase!

i hear

doors opening

and doors shutting

men, women -- nay

priests and priestesses

tip toeing!

i have overcome, i notice

bits of self

i know

neither i belong here, nor there

a thought with which i am

now comfortable;

the moon is still hidden

i try not to touch the moon

© henry victor      11.02.2004