two kōan in San Francisco

一

Yoda was right:

lift the animal

of your body

gods will convalesce

in the razoring waters

brandish your wrists

accept it

二

just off the fifth street exit there’s a man welcoming me back from the east bay he grazes on kindness so daily he nearly starves many like him scattered in this city with their hands bandaged with cups despite my unruptured silence what’s more human than fear look at how human we are