Goro (A tanka)

On the sunny slope

Goro the cat is waiting

And watching, keen-eyed

At the newly soft spring ground

For the fresh mice newly born.

 

In truth, how can I

Bring this kind of commitment

This kind of timing

To my own life. How to wait,

And watch, and know when to strike.

 

A Japanese meal

Takes much longer in the prep

Than in the cooking.

The smart cook can not be rushed

In the quiet of chopping.

 

As his holiness

The Dalai Lama, has found

The low mosquito

Is not grateful for his blood

But he had time to notice.

 

On the sunny slope

Goro has left and moved on,

Having spent some time,

Much like the Dalai Lama,

In attending to the world.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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