Ron Riekki

This moment is made of glass.It’s sipped. It’s a garden.I’m only wearing one shoe.I lie in bed. It feels good.The fan. Florida.The water not yet boilingin the other room.

Looking at a Photo of Thich Nhat Hanh in the South of France
French eyes, Chinese clothes, Sanskrit air, Pali walls, Japanese smile, English leaves, Vietnamese skin, there’s peace in the black of his robe, a mystery of tea, the macro-science of love, a touch of the unknown, the Interbeing of home, Plum Village, slumber, wanderlusting without the lust, an invocation, there’s peace in the whites of his eyes, moments tick, moments tick, moments tick, I stare at his stare and think

Ron Riekki wrote the novel U.P. ( He likes Ian Brown, The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry, and Buffalo '66.