Pancake Dharma

The neighborhood bodhisattvas
have heard your complaints.
Your head hurts, work is tedious,
the digital days flick by
like terminals announcing
destinations delayed, and
your wife of years now
has bird's nest hair with an egg-mind
hatched in a tantric place.
Yet she still makes pancakes,
shaping soft circles of batter
flipping them with awakened wrist
until they fluff up humming,
sun-threaded mandalas
sweet with wisdom.

Copyright 2008 by Kirsten Reinking