In the Night

The fanned failings of others,

sieved through whirling thunderstorms

are a mere reflection

of my own unresolved

steel plated dice,

like a crafty trickster

I have cleverly disguised.

As I remove my armament

before bed,

I find it is jammed,

its bands tangled,

its clasps eroded.

It is time to uncover myself

and face my state,

as there are no weapons

awaiting to afflict me

in the night.

A. Johnson

Photo by A Johnson, Kingston, Ontario, Canada

Inspired by:

Buddha, The Dammapada