LINES FROM SIDDHARTHA

by Matt Morris

A ferry transported him
up the sacred stream.
He was fleeing from the self,

the agony of being
this incarnation.
Going into the forest,

into the oneness,
the river flowed everywhere,
singing & happy.  Listen,

the ferryman said.
Siddhartha listened.  He heard
the river laughing,

its thousand voices laughing.
The bird in his chest laughed too.

HUME GOES FOR A WALK

by Matt Morris

The idea of the shoe
is the memory

of the foot.  This primary
mode of transportation carries

with it–as he steps
off the curb without thinking

about structure or design
of intricate bones, muscles,

tendons, articulated
joints, etc.–

the expectation, certain
as tomorrow’s sun,

of the other shoe, i.e.,
the sandal of induction.