author’s note:
Ram Dass once met a man whose eyes burned so brightly, he had to ask the man what had happened.
The man replied, “Solitary confinement.”
HAPPY ASHES
A dragon built
of brick
consumed all
the smoke of its fire
until the fire burned pure blue,
burned fresh green.
That fire filed me down
to ashes,
left me as happy as
those solitary tables
in the dark caf¿. That fire rendered me--
I’m as empty as a forgotten road,
a road rising into the mountains, revealed
by the halos of trees.
The sky opens my chest
as the moon
lights the white peak.
© 2006, Michael R. Patton
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