There’s No November Like A Sutra (Retweet Poem)

In New England, November is
the Empty month:
no leaves, no snow,
no nothing.

The summer birds have all flown away;
the winter birds have not yet arrived.
The ever-present ever-shining
chickadee is reigning!

Still, the Blue Jays squawk.
Let them squawk!

I forgot the docks!
And every single boat
but for a lonely kayak or two.
Gone, gone!

The mighty river flowing
pure and free
to the empty beach-lined
empty sea.

The only sutra is
the sutra of the sea.


~Son Rivers 2009