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Category: Van Life

haiku: 20 August 2022

fuzzy brain from the drive
soundwall of insect songs
at the trailhead

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20 August 2022
State College PA

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haiku: 19 August 2022 (#2)

an eagle drops like a rock into the river
rises with a fish in its talons
I crane my neck, steer around the curve

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19 August 2022
just outside Bethel VT

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POEM: Fitchburg Metta Sutta

Fitchburg Metta Sutta

Kannon Bodhisattva looks down on my van
as I pass below an outcrop of rock
so I do a u-turn & head back for a visit.
The Vietnamese Buddhist temple sits on a steep
hill overlooking a small post-industrial town
somewhere near the middle of Massachusetts.
A journey of two thousand five hundred years
from India to China to Vietnam to the U.S.
ends in the driveway of a 19th-century house
that’s been put to a new use.
Kannon is the embodiment of compassion;
a being who has reached enlightment
but has chosen instead to stay here
with the rest of us until we can go, too.
That kind of work needs to be done everywhere,
& Fitchburg, Mass. is as good as anywhere else.
I walk around the building taking photos
of the statues & the flowers & the signs
(none of which I can read) & then I stop
& bow before Kannon to show my respect
& because I could use some compassion.
A light rain begins to fall.

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6 July 2022
Pittsfield MA

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haiku: 17 June 2022

he looked through
this missing windshield
as the wave broke over the bow

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17 June 2022
Provincetown MA

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haiku: 13 June

to see the van as a ship
the road as a sea
the drive as a voyage

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13 June 2022
Pittsfield MA

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