Kripalu Meditation Garden During Covid
June 2020
White pebbles unraked
for who knows how long,
and strewn with sticks
from a recent storm—
I was going to clear them off
until I saw a small sign
asking visitors to leave
the garden as they found it.
Even when it’s a mess?
I pondered that like a Zen
koan and decided yes.
The wind in the trees
seemed to agree:
spots of sunlight
shimmered and danced
across the white stones,
then swarmed together
like sentient beings.
Read “Naïve Roofscape,” a poem by Jeffrey Harrison also appearing in Terrain.org.
Header photo by jplenio, courtesy Pixabay.