Their guru passed among them a shallow plate
on it arranged some raisins.
He invited the shyest to partake of them.
She dropped hers on the floor
rose clumsily to her feet and collected them up.
The guru, a psychiatrist seemingly,
rang a handsome Tibetan temple bell three times
so they wiped the sleep from their eyes
rolled up their mats and stretched their limbs, smiling.
She stumbled and caught the bell with her toe
kicking it under the chair in the corner to lie there
Friday, November 6, 2015
Posted by ib at 7:18 PM