My nephew, whom I used to walk
to nursery school, appears with hairline receding. I follow
his car ,until a mammoth truck swings in
between us, after which I am tailing a car similar to his
that turns into the parking lot of a Thai restaurant. Out steps an
wondering why I was following him.
Tired and thirsty, lost in
the hot pollution of an unfamiliar city, I remember that, with patience,
bodhisattvas always appear. Thus, soon in the house of Brahma.
Nature is inert, and cannot dance until Shiva wills it: He rises
from His rapture, and dancing
sends through inert matter pulsing waves of awakening sound, and
am cool in my nephew's air-conditioned apartment.