skinned knee

ask and you shall receive
but be careful what you wish for

i wanted liberation in london
they lost my luggage
i found myself alone
surrounded by yankees and brits

i wanted ananda in canada
to camp at an ashram
too much chanting
esoteric philosophies
and a mean swami later
i was back home in bed, depressed

i wanted californian change
found out, yes, there is such a thing
as too much yoga
and there are both zen centers and christian radicals
in the city by the bay

i wanted to soak up mexico
to eat sandia with frida
came home with a souvenir
en mi corazon
and one in my intestines

i wanted india in my skin
fell to my knees and scraped the left one
the dhamma nazis threw saffron-colored powder on my little wound
it didn’t hurt
but i cried quiet tears that had been waiting years to reach the surface

this moment is perfect
every one is
equanimity tattooed inside my forehead
gratitude for spiders and saffron and dhamma

what will you ask for?
what will you receive?

One thought on “skinned knee

  1. Wow Michelle, this poem seriously gave me goosebumps all over my body. What an amazing skill you have – you reveal so much about yourself in so few words. Keep writing them!Love you and miss you!Vanessa

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