Dinner

Sounds get

Translated into

An inky silence

From downstairs

An alien language

Climbs up to the library

Just a glance, then

It walks out murmuring

Buddha complains

That he could have

Avoided enlightenment

Giving his begging bowl

And robe, he walks into

An ocean of nakedness

Wrongs that do not have rights

Rights that do not have wrongs

Stand trembling before the red light

Three….two …one

Time is the green light

That never comes alive

Don’t

Don’t salivate in words

When a platter of life is

Served on the dinner table.