Return to Winter 2010-2011
Windows onto the Sangha
On Sunday, January 10, 2010, at 11:06 a.m. I asked anyone in the sangha who was interested to write a poem that was a window, to let us see what they had seen. Here are eight clear windows for you to look through.
–M.K. Babcock, Poetry Editor
Sunday, January 10, 4:14 p.m.
Blue sky, winter wind howls Squirrels dig for food in the snow Bright red Cardinals shine in the leafless trees A black cat wonders where to take a nap In the winter sun, in the winter sun! -Martine Lindquist
Sunday, January 10, 4:42 p.m.
orange clouds and blue streaks explode behind the triangled roof top of the house across the street and to the right a tree’s dark silhouette of branches little lines in black ink go in every direction -Ruth Forero
Sunday, January 10, 5:32 p.m.
An orange tree makes its entrance out of pitch, stage left, just as the silhouette of the lemon tree dances up against an endless indigo sky. Dog bowl shimmers in the mud. Ah, the drama of bathroom light. -David Spiher
Sunday, January 10, 10:22 p.m.
Glittering light Past the Christmas tree Only that One of these days New glasses -Ken Kessel
Monday, January 11, 12:23 p.m.
Same man walking his dog in front of the house same dog, getting his business done in our driveway flower box same man walks back home-I know what building you live in now, buddy. -Nick Gershberg
Monday, January 11, 2:30 p.m.
Stark wintry scene in my nyc backyard Flash of red—look closer Robin in tree Are you here for you or for me? -Trish O’Sullivan
Tuesday, January 12
What do I see? MU! What do I hear? MU! Snow butterfly floating in the sky. Every Day Joyful Day!
Wednesday, January 20, 7:29p.m.
Char Restaurant, Brooklyn NY, My birthday, 35, I sit at the bar by myself eating a sandwich, Idle chit-chat on all sides. Out the window, a covered dumpster, Met supermarket, “Fresh Fish, Meat & Produce” -Alan Katz