The Guru is in
the swimming pool.
‘Life is water,’
he says to the audience
(the Guru has
an audience wherever he goes),
‘and the sea is
ready-salted.’
I don’t know
why we listen to this stuff.
Maybe it’s
because
if we can’t get
our spirituality from church
we’ll get it
instead from a man in a swimming pool.
‘Life is the intricate
set-up for a joke
and the
punchline is Death Itself.
You and I, we
are all variations
on the same
joke.
Surely you have
something to say about that,
poet man?’
I look up.
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