goddess of indecision,
i thought to myself!
she dressed in her dear silk wrap
with huge dark eyes and a
perfumed nose,
sniffing me,
leading me around the Temple
which was filled with mother of pearl
and poignant dreams.
i dreamt mainly of being with her,
sealed mouth to mouth
with my anglicized body,
while she spoke of skilled craftsmanship and
long long years of devoted toil;
she spoke of a King and his royal family,
leading me around the rooms,
and i watched her body.
there was an invitation beneath the unspoken
words but what language was she using?
her shadow
kept urging me onward,
deeper into the Kingdom,
a tour guide on sacred grounds,
and yet i knew she was a public presence
paid for an hour or so of historical description.
she smiled while
her words traveled hundreds of years
into the past,
and i heard birds singing
in the beautiful gardens,
saw a branch tremble.
i trembled, thinking
we could have changed the world
but she was on a tight schedule.
she said she was a dancer in her spare time.
she said goodbye using her good English.
the Golden Buddha sat nearby,
his expression unchanging.
i saw no trace of plaster
but heard a deep spiritual breathing;
the air was humid and the birds became quiet.
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