Library of Tongues (Zazen)
Am I the pausing wanderer
or am I
the traveller returned?
I have put the novels away
I have ceased to purchase -
knowing I am seduced
by the covers alone.
There are very few writers.
I have searched their pages
for entrance
to the human realm -
to stumble upon
the seat of wonder,
I have sought glimmerings
the reflection of my own story.
Yet though related in atoms
held beneath the same sky
they are as foreign to me as fortune
I set myself some homework -
to write about it
  & to draw this room again
then I sit zazen
amid these mute pages,
library of tongues.