by Alison Stone
From Ordinary Magic, published by NYQ Books August 29, 2016
In his mother’s womb, the Buddha
blazed; her belly shone
like a translucent shade over a bulb.
Boulders, groundhogs, grass, your surly neighbor --
my light flares from everything.
With all shining, how can you not celebrate?
Let me melt
your stubborn sorrow, leave you
innocent and lovely as an animal.