a circle that waits: dogen uji 2/3

whether we doubtlessly measure,
or we doubt and are measureless,
time. is. passing.

{all of it is here}
 
the hands of her clock
cradle our bodies; 
slip through our tongues,
we rock in her palms, 
wrinkle in her touch.

keeping an eye
on the watch,
we meet for tea,
for two, at one,
on the dot, 

{it is the hour of the monkey}

she keeps
us ticking
and talking,
rocking and walking,
knocking and knocking.

 
knock.
knock.

{a sound is heard}

‘who’s there?’

{says a voice}

‘a circle.’

‘a circle who?’


{says time}

‘a circle who drew’

itself.

'but why?'

{for its
beginning
to meet
its end}.