Bhudda on the hill

Bhudda on the hill

big and white
carved from marble
watching the thunder heads roll in off the south china sea
white stone Bhudda on the hill, on the mountain
looking over the roads and city's of Phuket
and Island who's bustleing streets never seem to end
a round about an intersection a 4 lane funnel of calm
and speed and motor bikes with baskets, lumbering cement grinders,
toyotas filled with workers, and cars all running the gamet;
all trying to fel like Bhudda as the drive
and moving togeth like flies in a unified line
beutifullly arcing around cars pulling out.

Bhudda looks down on us all,
and our particular car climbs
up a forested mountain,
palm fronds and green,
and we pass elephants,

their skin, the hairs on their bodies,
the pinkish yellow on the inside of their
slightly flappy mouths/ cheeks

compared to all of the spirit houses
and chinese temples
and buddist temples
and mosques
the animals slow walk
speaks most strongly of the present
and of the past

and Bhudda sits on the mountain
watching the thuder clouds rolling in
off the south china sea