Sitting on the Steps of my little wooden cabin, I watch a cloud shrink. The leaves of the hedgerows either side of the meadow shiver to chattered commands. Inside, the flames of the gas stove gutter. A moment ago the afternoon was clearing. Now more clouds roll up like giants’ fists. I hold my own shoulders, chilled. Light from the open door falls across the table – yellow-white, silver, ash. The kettle rattles, hisses. What was it I was thinking?
Dharmavadana lives in London, UK, where he teaches meditation and creative writing. He is poetry editor of the Buddhist arts magazine Urthona: www.urthona.com. His own poems have appeared in the magazines Prole, Under the Radar, Poetry Salzburg Review, Ambit, The North and The Dawntreader. His short stories have been published in Scribble and Litro.