Wednesday Poem

The Buddy Holly Poem

It’s so easy
when you realize
that all the squirrels
on the shingled rooftops
of Milwaukee
are Buddha
that all trees shake green
in the wind
that the moon is you

Sing
that the whole of every note
is individual and one
that love is free
every day
on the blue earth

Listen to me

by Maurice Kilwein Guvara
from
Touching the Fire
Anchor Books, 1998