Taichung’s streets
at night
carrying
nothing
but my anxieties
which are blown away
by the evening breeze
along this pleasant avenue
lined with trees
I see him
waiting
patiently
eyes cast down
cross-legged
on the sidewalk
a bedraggled Buddha
next to the footbridge
over the river
where the crowds
play Pokemon Go.
His begging bowl
empty
he is ignored
as they ignore
the Holy One.