Am I Human?
the wind has carved
me from a stone
hollowed me
like a reed
so I sleep
on cedar boughs
watch
the northern lights
I am powerless
there is only now
no push
no resistance
this living sutra
beauty is in simple things
beyond my control
far from the world
but in it
I do not know
if I am human
or I am the wind singing
or Jonah
inside the blue whale