Dedicated to Thich Nhat Hanh
Clouds,
like memories,
are weightless
yet gathered
grow heavy
cover the light,
and like the fog of old fears
tumble and build
one upon the other.
Clouds,
like steam
rising from Thich Nhat Hanh’s teacup
float out the window,
return as rain
quench the thirst of tea leaves.
Thay teaches this:
clouds appear in teacups,
we drink moonlight,
and can see clearly
through fog.