Buddha Knows Best


waiting for first coat to dry

pegging out clothes on the line

ivory tint in ponytailed hair

clotted cream scones tasting fine


pen and a coffee at hand

doodling flowers in the sun

soda and lime and ink on a page

ecstatic that summer has come


music chosen by kids

buddha sat under tree

lotused repose in semi-closed eyes

replete and contented like me


windows of soul opened wide

faint breeze to filter on through

leaves of green gratitude canopies all

wishing the same for all you