for Kelli Parrish
I found you gone when I arrived
The grey Buddha in your garden covered with black dirt
Made me remember
When he attained enlightenment
Buddha touched the earth declaring, “By this sign I bear witness.”
In a Buddha’s eyes
All things are pure
Still tradition has a power and Tibetan traditions states
A Buddha must be elevated
Above the ground.
I turned a white flower pot over, set Buddha on top
Surrounded him with bougainvillia, offered for luck
The nickel I found
On your front step
Then in the high noon Christmas sun I waited
While at my feet, a fly feasted on the feces of a dog…
A cat…. perhaps a raccoon?
And it occurred to me
One minute, one discovery after another
Buddha and Jesus wanted the same for all: truth freedom peace
And their greatest gift, a mind of love, even for a fly.