Snorkler

Fold laundry half evenly
From dusty quiet dullness,
To dry deletion...
I reach for music.

I remember!
And stop squinting against the
perfect black body.

Hang and curl limbs and head with certainty,
the buoyancy of foam on water

Samsara is happiness

Moon

My grandfather, said his father told him,
when you look at the moon, you can tell how you are doing
by whether the man on the moon is smiling or frowning.
My grandfather saw that face somewhere in-between, uncertain.
When I look at the moon, I see an Otter.