Raining in My Zazen

First here and then there all around the beach

Tiny sounds like thumbing a piece of cloth with your finger they came

BB’s on foot hand head right ear and nose they splat

I sat

Eager to join in Zazen their insistent boundless effort increased

Drumming now

Body tuning-up tickled by the visitors we synchronize increasing our pitch

All together now to the bone

Soaked in It we gather cushion, blankets, shoes and scurry to waiting cars

Coffee at Pie-In-The-Sky calls