crunch — crunch — crunch
as ice slowly gives way
under each footstep.
at 4:30 am the air is very still,
in the dark evening sky
the moon shines brightly
faintly illuminating this rustic
and rural landscape.
dancing against the black backdrop
are the last glimmers of starlight
which will fade into the impending dawn.
there is a strange longing in me
to stay in this place.
this place of solitude and comfort.
but I must return to that place
where my responsibility lies.
bare tree limbs extend up towards the heavens,
outlined against the approaching dawn.
they look like sentinels
patiently awaiting spring’s return,
when they can once again
give shade and shelter
to the inhabitants of this land.
a slight breeze chills my ears and nose.
good-bye once again
hong poep won
may all the people who come to this place
find the same peace I have found this morning.
March 10, 1996
Providence Zen Center, RI
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