sitting at dawn

eric schertler


Dream broken,

can’t get back to sleep,

so I sit in my hut in the clear

early dawn. On another mountain the

bell has tolled; on a lone tree the first singing

birds. All of my limbs are tuned and limber, and all

of my states are deeply profound. Before I’ve finished

writing a letter, morning light shoots through the forest

branches. Trusting my nature, there’s nothing outside

I seek. Once quiet, ten thousand entanglements

end; why work for people in the dust,

a hundred years of useless