a small entreaty
    May I be nothing
    but the peeling of a lotus
    papering the distance
    for You underfoot
    one lone skin
    to lift and fashion
    as a cap to cradle
    Your bowing head
    an ear to hear
    the great horn
    a slipper to mount
    the temple step
    one lone skin
    baring this wish
    May Your hands be full
    of nothing
    May your toys
    scatter the sky
    tiny yellow bundles bursting like stars
    like smiles
    and the laughter
    of a bell
    (1994)