August 24th, 2012
Link • Poems, Tributes • 1 Comment
Sarah Pemberton Strong
FISH TANK
My daughter has dropped two slices
of her plum into the fish tank.
The black molly, after circling around,
is nibbling at the sticker I neglected
to remove: Product of Mexico.
I’m on the phone long distance
with my teacher in England,
who suggests I might begin
each session of meditation
(Buddhist, from India) with a bit
of appreciation for my body.
Not for the cleverness
of my fingers, or the back handspring
I could turn at the distant
and limber age of thirteen.
Consider your organs,
he says; the liver, the kidneys,
the spleen, all doing their work
so perfectly together. Right now
that work is taking place
at a kitchen table in Connecticut,
where I’m watching my sweet girl
with her fish, and drinking tea
grown in the Yunnan province of China.
A China that is everywhere,
just as is—my teacher says—compassion.
And I believe him,
though mostly I forget it,
just as I forget the factories
inside me, how they work
throughout the night without pause,
becoming visible
only when something goes wrong,
as the glass wall of the fish bowl
is visible to the fish
only by the green bloom of algae
across it. Through which
my daughter’s eyes and mine
now gaze through the water at
her offering, dropped down
from another world
that is this world.
–from Rattle #36, Winter 2011
Tribute to Buddhist Poets
Hello Jim- I am happy to find out about Rattle and that there is such a publication that taps the creative and expressionful (real word?)side of those in our profession. Also glad to know you are still pursuing your poetry after these many years and encouraging others to this expression.
In the course of our work,there are so many instances that have meaning only to that part of our brain that authors poems,dreams, prayers, and profesy. Those “moments” that get tucked away. Please include me in your mailings and thanks!
David Barrios
Portland Police Bureau,Multnomah Co SO,Umatilla Tribal Police – Retired