Old Grey Buddha Rock

Old grey Buddha rock
mountain side
two feet high
    solitary
    and flat on top
so that for thousands
of years
beings have rested
upon it’s mossy comfort
From forest spirit,
to elk,
to man,
to man
Meditating tops and bottoms
Mountains, valleys
the bright orange of
    dying pine trees
the delicate wonder of
    Lady Slippers

Cinderella running
    from the forest
into an uncertain carriage
    a band of crows
    leading the way
    in cawing trumpetry
The Prince chasing after
    unable to reach her
    that plucked flower
    still in his hand
She is gone from him
    there is no foot
    that will fit

Sets himself on old Buddha rock
    and strokes the petals
    as his legs fall asleep.