Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Leonore Hildebrandt, who teaches at the University of Maine at Orono and who just published “Where You Happen to Be,” by Deerbrook Editions.
Buddha at the Crossroads
By Leonore Hildebrandt
The Buddha’s stone feet rest on the cave’s floor.
Seven stories high, a window — carved into the cliff
so he may look out toward the forgotten city
and the mountain’s soft-rising belly.
Visitors arrive, bringing their language of humid air,
the cave’s decline — it is nothing to him —
his mouth knows the tastes of morning and night
in measures of stillness. Seated within rock,
the Buddha awaits the desert — folds and ridges,
a splendid cloth that sifts onto his knees. Inside his cave,
the sky swings — ink-blue petals, boreal leaves —
wild riders are streaming past, the silk road trembles.
Seven stories for the painted flakes that peal off his face.
What is a window without eyes? The Buddha
wonders. Words shift like sand, the visitors’ feet
stirring up warnings and jubilance.
Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu
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