Sunday, November 15, 2009

Zen



Truck tires turning on asphalt,
Tred catching, throwing up black sand.
Once I have traversed the road of yours,
I have forever changed your land.

It is the oil I dripped in the parking lot,
With the rain, all washed out to sea…
Changing the oceans forever,
I have changed H2o’s chemistry.

I went to the dump last Sunday
Adding twelve cubic feet to the land.
Fifty-five cans and a Styrofoam cup
Are my foot prints in the sand.

Diapers, bottles and Bic pens,
Plastics, paper and fluoride tooth paste,
Anti-freeze and laundry soaps,
Disposable lighters and human waste.

Buddhists moving a single pebble
For ever change the earth…
I started to drastically change things,
From the moment of my birth.

Truck tires turning on asphalt,
Your land will not be the same.
I am sorry I altered your planet,
And I don’t even know your name.

1 comment:

  1. I love this poem. When you said, "Buddists moving a single pebble.." I stopped and just sat quietly for a moment, thinking about what my next move on this earth should be.

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