the bright moon tonight
is very near
​but the tip of my finger
is far away
Everyday people file into the temple
to bow before the big lifeless buddha.
But they might be better off
bowing before those carts of manure
I saw back there on the road.
Shit that will be used to grow food and herbs.
golden beams on my face
and slightly inebrieated
I cry or laugh
the absurdities of life