How did we get here
and why did we come
The temple’s roads paved
with cherry blossoms.
*
Flutes all day
in the old
garden. Now
all but one
gone—the rocks
the water
lotus leaves
trembling at
the quiet.
*
So clear a
day—so vast
a breath. How
far from all
we are in
being here.
Cid Corman (1924 – 2004) was an American poet, translator and editor.
