I met Budha on the way to the market,
But I couldn't kill him.
He was way too beautiful,
Handsome, and charming and oh, so, smart.
And so we walked together to the mountain
And talked as we climbed up.
And on a cliff overlooking the sea,
He asked me if I was the Budha.
And my eyes were big at that,
Wondering if he thought to kill me,
Or if my kimono made me look fat?

But nightfall came and settled down
Like a hen on speckled eggs,
And the black was speckled by the stars,
Like the sun on the freckled legs
Of a green frog, jumping into a rock lined pool
Of crystal blue water
High on a cliff overlooking the sea
Where time stopped for me
On Green Mountain.

-jenn