Sat under Buddha’s tree, faced the shadow of ourselves,
bright personas, grand schemes stripped of stage.
Some armed themselves, summoned gangs, gathered guns,
loaded words cruel as bullets, blind with blame.
Some laid punches of slight upon children, spouses
kicked the dog for good measure, spit on the sidewalk.
Others summoned that swarthy stranger, traded secret messages
in coded dreams. Stopped waiting for happiness.
Said come now, sit at my table, eat, drink with me.
Share this space and story.
And we who would never have met, kissed with ancient longing,
history thick as blood, and fell, fell, fell in love.