Loi KrathongA Poem by Annis SanieeTonight the Big Buddha has stone cold eyes In the fluorescent light the full moon provides. I wandered here. Thick exhaust Trails from sapphire smiles I left behind Like taffy pulled from their arms. They are empty; In their absence I wane limpid and fine. It is not quiet. Flags clank poles Like gongs and motorbikes growl. Even geckos Shriek in tongues I can’t understand. Though they do not move, Her eyes, the Buddha, are anything but still. I am being watched. My fingers clutch at scraggly paper fringes They scribbled when they were most alone. Resentments and regrets; even fear of the dark. She is a towering black figure wearing a golden crown. Behind her a bridge where fireflies go In great, swarming crowds. Incense lures. Tonight I will swim inward. How many hands have sent candles to the river? The water shimmers a thousand stars. My note floats softly in the shade of the orchid tree. It is surrounded by so many lights. This emptiness is buoyant --- throw it to the void. We are so much light in this great expanse. © 2019 Annis Saniee |
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