The Master

The Master

This poem is about a student facing death and life’s cycle.

The master was having tea
Wooden cup, wooden table, a delight
Grass outside making noises in the wind
A student sits down
“Good morning,” says he

The master does not say anything
He takes a sip, and then looks
at the leaves on a tree
Suddenly he replies,
“My time is almost up.”

Taken aback by this
the student starts a questionnaire
The master seems nonchalant
Pointing with his finger at the tree
He says, “We are like those leaves.”

Do you mourn for each leaf?
Do you think that the tree dies?
It is a cycle
They come and they go
Without pause