ripe green pears

ripe green pears from brittany,
mixed in with new england
gritty blackberries

writing what we know & who we are:
just give me trees,  ponds, bird
songs, clear stars--& leaves

i have been schooled
in humble pie- spinning wheels
of integrity---the buddha bell

to signal another round of sitting
upon black silk cushions,
weeks of silence on end

not meaning anything--
meaning everything for sits bones
and third eye agendas

how long can the muffled air
keep us from hearing:
what whispers strain
behind windows, amidst an october rain


Kate Lamberg