Poetry by Chris Talbott
Today I saw the bluebird—
no, really—lapis lazuli:
Krishna’s blue, medicine Buddha,
Mary’s robes, the sky kasiṇa—
the one we call happiness—
It flew from the ground
in front of me,
straight out and away
into the noon-time woods,
into the aspiring trunks,
the newly fleshed leaves
lit from above
Chris Talbott has been writing poetry on & off for many years. After a career as a business writer, he worked at the non-profit Barre Center for Buddhist Studies for a decade. He continues his study & practice, along with writing poetry.
