Like Issa
forever flea bitten
on the path
through poverty
to enlightenment
or at least
love
the sting
of no-see-ums
on my face
backs of my hands
in the shack
on the path
to more poems
in praise
of long dead
Japanese
poets
a long way from
enlightenment
but with love
awaiting the gift
of a child
who will
perhaps
have a thing or two
to teach
cairns along
the path
Issa said
“never look as if you are on the path
that way no one will ask
where you are
going”
Jonas Lamb 