Ian Haight
Taejon Ashram
I
From the train station, cross the asphalt
square; pass pigeon flocks
and a half-tended circle of tulips
to taxis.
Straight through this flat city in the middle of a plain.
Take the elevator up
ring the bell—
on the walls
pictures of meditators
sitting in a forest.
II
At the riverside park across the water, a TV station on the bank-sides; its satellite dishes
crown unlit upper floors. Below the city’s sod, methane worms from sewage lines up
to river air. Eyes closed, we stand, lessening range of thoughts to one point.
Back to the apartment, cars whizz wide lanes; buy ice cream for everyone. Under a maple,
lean on a boulder, share conversation in the parking lot. Up the elevator, look over a building
across the street: TV cables hang like snakes down the concrete walls.
III
Eat ramen, kimchi, chestnuts,
cherry tomatoes, soft cake bread.
Drink green tea until 2 a.m.
showering
after everyone sleeps.
Dream of a woman
with a body of stars
singing songs of light
into everyone. printable