A traveler reaching the outskirts of a city
happens to a monk who meditates on his door.
Ask the traveler, questions, words, how is the city
, say, how is the city, saying how?
The ascetic answered, and how, last voyage?
The traveler replied, horrible
the ascetic answered, again.
Another traveler arrives at the outskirts of the city,
crosses the ascetic meditating at his door.
The traveler asks, how
says is the city, say, how is the city, saying how.
The ascetic answered, and how, last voyage?
The traveler replied, magnificent,
the ascetic replied, again, the ascetic
meets here, too.
A traveler reaching the edge of an ascetic
happens to a city that meditates on his door.
Ask the traveler, questions, words, how
is the ascetic say, how is the ascetic, tell how.
The city responds, and how, through the last?
The traveler replied, horrible
the city responds, again, the city responds
here too
the city meets here, too.
crosses the traveler who meditates on his door.
Queries the city, questions, words, how is the ascetic
, say, how is the ascetic, tell how.
The traveler replied, and how, through the last? The city responds
beautiful
The traveler replied, again, the traveler meets
here too
the traveler meets here too
the traveler meets here, too.
Thus intersecting
every hour
traveler, city and ascetic
like schools of fish under the sea,
without anyone imagine that
city is the dream of
traveler and the traveler is the dream of the ascetic.
I wrote this poem,
today, December 12, 2010.
In a few days
another as I write the same.
On the road, crossing the
us both, we will pretend
not recognize us.
