Clearing my
parent’s house after they died
I found
in the box room of the attic
Standing
in a corner, behind some suitcases
Long done
with their travels, a dusty Buddha
About an
inch tall. He seemed unperturbed –
Well, he’s
a Buddha; being unperturbed
Is his métier
– that we’d lost each other
At least
twenty years before in a state
A
thousand miles or more away.
