Bowl of Kindness

Kindness is a bowl
of cherries a’glisten,
short quick brown fingers
pluck round rubies,
kids on a mission.

Kindness is a bowl
whose contours include
war torn Iraq,
an Indian from Peru
who grins at a gringo
in shorts,
her teeth few, far between.

Kindness is a bowl
where burnt morning oatmeal
reminds an absorbed poet on the porch,
multi-tasking ain’t his forte`.

Kindness is a bowl
resplendent and shining,
room enough for sorrow
and splash sounds
of laughter lilting,
where in a smooth pool
clean and cool
at waterfall’s bottom,
schools of bright fish plunge,
leap and soak,
wile away the day,
in love with these curves
and dreams of fine friendship.

Kindness is a bowl
in which weighty fatigue
is gently massaged
by the tired man himself.

Kindness is a bowl
under our earth—
a surround sound of ‘OM’
emanates from depths
offering all birth.

Kindness is a bowl
brimming with poems
underneath ancient maps
pointing us home.