he was waiting for life
to remember him
to smile
to nod
as it always had
some current to carry him on –
wards
to a river of ecstatic possibility
as budha forsaw
a pool
of infinite quiet
while he laughed
was this a joke ?
budha’s joke ?
ha haha bud
ha

a thorn held him fast it seemed
but he couldn’t turn to see
had caught the garment of his heart
at the instant he meant to jump
and rendered
invisibility
to his already awkward fate

so he hung
on the point
of budhas tiny digit
an axis between in-
visibility and
life
waitng
bleeding
patiently