Silent zen 2002-10-13

Alone, amidst the dust of dawn's imaginings,
and sitting 'twixt the dusk and brown of night
I dream again, of decades' longings
yet knowing that will fade again in light.

For on this night, as many more,
adrift, though sitting on the floor,
I forget again the morn's desire
and settle down to tend a fire.

What matter, now, if I should win -
when lack or gain would twist again
into the everchanging din
flowing from the same old pen...