Even as the low haze
Filters the sunken sun
I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers
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I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers
I remind myself
The valley once
Was plateau
Thrust up high
Then worn away
By time and weather
I remind myself
To love and revere every being
Every living thing as if
Each were a god or bodhisattva
Stale cigarettes
And mildew
Saggy mattress
Flickering lights
All such admirable
Qualities of stone
Though I prefer
Soft
Supple
Flowing
Fluid
And I wonder
At how we build so high
When we worship our gods
Or when we think
We have become them
As I test
Who I am
What I do
What I have
Against
Who I might have been
What I might be doing
What I might have
But the arc of a ski
Carving its perfect turn
As the skier masters the snow
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds