neti neti

He drowned the baby squirrels in a bucket out behind the shed. French songs on the radio. He got whacked in the head. A Tibetan monk living in his chest and eyes. The Sanskrit songs of the Bhagavad Gita ring all night long, keeping him company, making him remember home . Blue and green waters, black silky seal dives through the icy harbor tucked into a pocket of the Atlantic. His home, for now.