by Sandra Lindow
Turning sunward out of the driveway,
Trich Nhat Hanh on Tyler Avenue
Turning sunward out of the driveway,
Miriam and I in Sunday best,
Are swirled within a cloud
Of dazzling gold and crimson leaves;
I touch my daughter's hand and say,
"Look at that tree, see how the sunlight
Breaks into pieces and falls."
And I am reminded how Master
Thich Nhat Hanh describes papermaking‑‑
Poets see paper as floating clouds:
Without a cloud, there is no rain;
Without the rain, there is no tree;
Without a tree, you cannot make paper.
So a cloud exists within each page,
Each poem written on cloud and sun and wood,
Each word, part of the earth,
Each letter, part of the face of God.
-originally appeared in Wisconsin Poets Calendar 1995.