Bodhisattva West


BODHISATTVA WEST                                               photo: "Crescent City" by Tim Goodman

Go ahead,

ask me if I care about

the filthy town they came to,

my great grandfather, again a butcher,

my great grandmother ashamed

of her pierced ears.

Clear across the continent,

I sit on a mountaintop

following my breath

and eyeing the vast Pacific.

Ask me if I care

that this breath first hitchhiked

across the Atlantic

inside two Polish teenagers.

What does it have to do with

this mountain laurel,

my body next to it,


that breath ready to leap again?

Crescent City
 © Eliot Schain