Sky Sad to hear, the wingbeat thud A bird trapped in the barn Above me, somewhere, frightened The sky is not where it should be Something eerie, the beating, then Silence, then beating Then silence, not rest, up high The sky is not where it always is Look down my bird, I have swung open the barn doors Just dive, see The sky has come, to you ///////////// a butterfly moves from empty room to empty room the sound of a door closing ///////// Past flames Are never still So say The ember watchers Of the world ///////// Roshi Gregory Hosho Abels is a Zen Master at Still Mind Zendo in Manhattan. His works of poetry are, Where to Begin, Glimpses & Pointings and Never Something Else. He enjoyed a 54 year career as an actor, director and Master Teacher of Acting. Greg holds a B.S. in Theatre and Religion from SUNY. He lives with his wife in Greenwich Village and on a sheep farm in the Hudson Valley.