After Zen
My moment came when the old man
showed me the outside of the inside door:
Don't show me your suffering
show me your insight!
and I knew my wagging tail steered me,
heard the grasshopper's
incessant prodding and questioning at my feet.
Besides, sitting made me cranky.
Later, as I walked,
pierced by the metronomic rain,
I noticed a cat scrying for mice,
a droplet hung from his nose,
and one green eye of intent
became the Moon.
*Tony Vowles is the author of theastrologyblog and has had his poetry previously published in Dawn Treader magazine.
