Unlike the Before-Time,
I don't live in a place
where I can walk out the door
and face-off with the tengu --
the testing-spirits of the mountain.
I have to go to higher elevations for that.
such fierce facing-off,
has its time and place.
I still recall the tales of Ushiwaka
who became a master of the sword
under the watchful eye and beak of Sojobo.
But endless testing
and fierce facing-off
is not what I've ever wanted
from Cupid's Arrow.
Tending a garden.
Day-long walks among dragonflies.
Letting-down within a sanctuary of soft words and arms.
A gentle place for two world-weary souls to land.
Sharing a midnight omelette.
Daggers of doubt.
Once-flowering tongues turned to venom.
Cupid, stop aiming in this direction.
I go to meet the tengu of Akiyama;
I prefer to endure my endless testing that way.
(c) 2018 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com