Poem: This Is Our Zen

The white broken snow
Snow person’s arms extending
The pink jagged peak staring
Our family in the Winter Wonderland blending

Park bench sitting so placid
By the flowing river
Forest beasts sleeping
Sundown, I start to shiver

A little far from home
Will this become the new place
We set down root
Where we set our feet?

The final rave of the dropping sun
Touches three peaks in the northwest corner
Of this legend
The gulls circle and flock
By the river banks
In lieu of eagles

The passing cars, the crunching boots
The silent outhouses, the restaurant smoke
Travellers taking pics after 4 pm
My kin snowplaying
This is our Zen

~ Gunnar Våken