Master MacZen compared enlightenment
to the flight of martins through a stable door,
how the bright and shade of plumage embodied
that birl from darkness to light.
And on another day he compared history
to bubbles in a pot of porridge, their pechts
and vanishings. Our mouths across each bowl
must cool that simmering, and eat.
And again he compared our love of illusion
to a hayfield waking from its rainstorm dream.
With tuggy hair awry, how feart that field looks
to the rising sun.
Written by James McGonigal.
Published in Jim's collection In Good Time, Red Squirrel Press, 2020, available from www.redsquirrelpress.com