Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Zen Poem

I take in other people's trout;
I do not ask from what streams they were drawn.
I feed them memories for which I no longer have a use.
They grow strong and strange on this regimen.
I do not release them until I know they can survive on their own,
scavenging for discarded dreams.
Thus they provide an invaluable service
to the disenchanted,
the disillusioned,
the distraught.
And when they have eaten their fill,
they are drawn from streams --
I do not ask which ones.
I take in other people's trout.


~  Jill Sophia   06/01/2013
at the Japan Society's Zen Writing Workshop
(with thanks to Bonnie Myotai Treace, Sensei)