Random Acts of Art: Poetry- Alberto Montero and “zazen with the dead”
Please enjoy this poem zazen with the dead by local poet Alberto Montero.
zazen with the dead
I am seated on the floor by his vacant bed
brother-in-law’s absence feels
ever-present
like the jagged edges of
shattered glass;
his hat behind the door hangs mournfully;
on the corner of an empty desk, his wallet
is a museum artifact now
The first bell rings
my starting breath
half lotus, eyes opened
my presence: his absence
concatenated, inseparable
casts a shadow on the wall:
God’s giant thumbprint
Between thoughts,
shadows and light dance on the wall
flowing into each other
separated only by lines invisible to me
I focus on him
his face is like mine
before my parent’s birth
He speaks to me as
a gentle breeze drifts in
through his open window
providing relief from the
stifling afternoon heat:
“I am the mountain wind
from the páramo with golden veins;
do not look for me in the place of ashes”
tock……
the finishing bell rings
and is carried far;
the basu sound is heard by the dogs
of la Floresta neighborhood
who respond with their barking chorus
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