Dawn’s Spirit

She swims

in dharma’s river

kicking her legs

through cool water

keeping her head

above the surface

she thrashes

down the river

mindful of the rocks

of daily rapids

and the under current

threatening

to pull her under

and if you

would ask me

where she is

I would say

and point

with my lips

‘She’s over there

in the water,

leaving marvellous joy

in her wake’