The Bronze Man

The bronze man
Sits under the basho tree
On a prominent hill
Near the end of the world.

He sits as a Buddha
As a sage in a calm--
With inward gazing eyes
And c loudless mind.

Before him
Rests the egg-shape
Of the universe
On a silken pillow.

Immutable.

There
He waits

As he fasts,
And he thinks
As he dreams

Through the countless days
And the timeless nights

Of human destiny,
Of man and of woman,
Of life and of death,

And of love
More eternal
Than bronze.