To Gary Snyder
7 a.m. underground
first time in days
young people waiting for me,
or not.
Sleepy faces
underground.
She looks at me,
writing poetry?
why not?
Smiling the two of us,
this present moment.
My mind flies through my fingers
and leads me all the way
underground
where I find my-your book
This Present Moment.
But this time
I’m writing back
to Turtle Island
to Kitkitdizze
to thank you
the work done
to be done
underground.
(in the subway on the way to work. Barcelona, 8 jan 2016)
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