Today I can think of nothing to say.
by Richard Bunch
Just listening to mute slivers of grass
As pink blossoms sputter around the path.
Fields of sunbright mustard throb in the day’s
Distance, hawk-drifting with a bluish haze.
Today I carry with me a new cast
Of the French Revolution and at last
Will trust humankind, follow freedom’s sway.
Today I see what risk it is to seek
Wisdom past understanding, to listen
To blind hawks, prefer the Han to the Ch’in
Dynasty, Athens to Sparta, to see
In nothing that nothing stays, and hasten
To leave unsaid for today “time to live.”