close enough

the sound of devotion

released to city streets

knitted into urban life

cast out into soupy air

that hangs like a blanket on a line and holds

a golden hum

aum mani padme hum

aum mani padme hum

deep, monotonous, real enough

to almost stroke with my fingertips

but not quite

held in by mountains

stable, unshakeable

the ground rising up to meet the sky

it will never touch

but it will get close enough

for us to think so