pilgrim at midnight
 
worrying rosary beads
 
till the first bird sings

 

 
 
 

Zen sanctuary—
 
the abbot fingers his beads,
 
dreaming of ripe plums.

 
 
 

after the last click
 
of wooden rosary beads:
 
prayers with no answers

Pilgrim

 
 
 

fingering prayer beads
 
on her journey to sunrise—
 
a midnight pilgrim