she was a sunflower
her pretty face followed the sun
when the sun went down
she didn’t know who she was
she wept.
he was a shepherd
his mind caught in other things
she things me things one day things
when he lost his flock
he wept.
i came from and next
and The Way to me was dark
i took darshan from a great saint
and even though my forehead
pressed bone into bone
on the sunbaked floor
i had forgotten how to be humble
i wept.