Refined
having lost the off- spring in your step
you stare mutely back at whatever comes
on a gorgeous morning on an old woods road
that is itself lost disappearing into the forest
finding again that old quarry
where a chipmunk has sunk a shaft
and a giant millipede writhes her road-self coiling and uncoiling
it’s cold a nail leaks rust onto a sign
and a wolf spider sits on folded legs
as good a place as any to wait for the sun
its bliss-body of light to pass
through the leaves’ refineries and yes turn to sugar
do photos make better writing prompts than notes? yes because that doesn’t risk overdetermining the shape of the poem “One manifestation of Sambhogakaya in Tibetan Buddhism is the rainbow body. This is where an advanced practitioner is walled up in a cave or sewn inside a small yurt-like tent shortly before death. For a period of a week or so after death, the practitioners’ body transforms into a Sambhogakaya (light body), leaving behind only hair and nails” (Wikipedia)