In the circle where the kids are picked up,
The gurgle of water in the drain sounds right,
The kids running taunts sound fine, too.
The rain has let up and, across the street
Over at the cemetery, a delicate fog hugs head stones.
The day has far to go before it ends.
Spiders will hold on to the eaves while
Squinty birds manically search for worms.
Each one, the waiting cars, the drain, the water,
The worms…all sing the same Name.
All sing namo amida butsu.Advertisements