Wednesday, February 23, 2011


He lectured for an hour
trying to talk us out of talk
which sounds paradoxical
but Zen is like that. 

Finally finished he bowed
smiled wide absorbed the
sound of no hands clapping
like a caress.

Less persuaded but mindful
to avoid appearing impolite
I only didn't clap with
one of mine.
--Byron Matthews left Iowa for graduate school in North Carolina, later gave up a tenured faculty position in Maryland to make furniture for ten years in Santa Fe. He lives now in the mountains east of Albuquerque with his wife, a cellist.

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