POETRY/PHOTOGRAPHY

Solid Zen Vibes

At home, this heart is hearing us call

I found it blossoming in my yard. A stony — perhaps beating, loving — heart peeking precariously, atop the stack.

A “cairn,” he called it. The previous owner had some time with which to whack

away, and take his turn, tilling the land’s scape — rounding up rocks, an alternative tack

30-something years ago, shaping a ’hood, all to the good — by rooting in the rocks out back.

Balanced, centered, a primitive Zen formation, grounded in the calm — preventing an attack.