OK — a small pool overrun with beings
who unite heaven above and earth below,
and turn like both in the four seasons.
These beings aren’t people, but strong
supports four elephants may stand on, and
below them an endless pile of kin, one
What makes you think the place is abandoned?
The silver chimera hanging loose on chained up doors?
The red and grey nubs of brick scattered about the yard,
and sufficing both as stacked blinds and window panes?
The lack of incense and oranges at the entrance?
The lichened rocks and spore-laden fern surround?
The water? It cascades over one and another concrete step,
clearest before it slides into the algae greened pool.
You know, some might call it a sanctuary, for
old handmade nets, as well as catches
about which nobody calls, but which open doors.
I wonder if anything can be abandoned in nature
when she reclaims all things.