Ouray’s Back

Buddha’s son was named Fetter

and he chiseled away

at the spine of the dog

named simply Ouray.

Lost in deep contemplation

but unable to walk,

he sits in his cushion

while the rest of us talk.

We squeeze out his bladder

each morning and night,

and his dung gets divested

while he hums with delight.

Poor Ouray can’t stroll

but feels deeply at ease.

He’s awaiting his papa

while he sits there in peace.

This is all just to say

that burdens aren’t as real

as the joy in our hearts

that is aching to feel.