Click Click Click
108 spheres that work themselves through my forefinger and thumb
my mind is floating on the surface of the ocean
it’s the fragile flame of the monastery candle
and the place in the monk’s deep chant where I rest
Click Click Click
my mala echoes the sound of time
time? oh no.
fog rolls in
the salty walls begin to rise
suddenly my flame is out
and his chant brings no comfort
Click Click Click
bring me back to peace of mind
counting beads
I have no time.