Geoffrey Poems 3

 Geoffrey Asks the Sun for Guidance.

Geoffrey Poems #3

Geoffrey rises from his bed of tamarack branches,

stumbles to the cold-flowing creek,

and kneels.

The pebbled edge is frozen,

covered with ice

the thickness of

the Buddha’s eyelid.

He scoops his hands into the water

and splashes the cold silver

against his face.

Awake.

Geoffrey builds a song,

filled with the energy

of dawn

while building a small fire,

to brew his tea.

He will drink the first cup

hunkered down,

close to the soil,

and ask the sun for guidance.

Later

he will ask the same thing

of the moon.

Never

expecting

an answer.