from the new Tanakh

 

“The door of my heart…left open

…the door of compassion…”

         From a poem by Thich Nhat Hanh

I am sitting in a café 

Suffering my peculiar suffering

In my mind, I climb a ladder to a hornet’s nest

Simply to bother it, my mouth wide open

Where is that door of compassion?

How do I enter the door of the heart?

I turn to look out the bay window

The rain gone as soon as it came

A square metal table

Left outside to fend for itself

Water puddled on its surface

Blue sky reflected

The water runs over me

The door has opened