Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Shoveling Snow with Buddha

This Billy Collins poem is for Andrew, who has been musing on walking meditation and snow shoveling, and who has been getting snowed on already because he lives in the Chicago area. (We aren't getting any of the snow, but we're getting high winds, so I've been making my usual preparations for the almost inevitable power outage later today.)

Shoveling Snow with Buddha

In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok
you would never see him doing such a thing,
tossing the dry snow over the mountain
of his bare, round shoulder,
his hair tied in a knot,
a model of concentration.

Sitting is more his speed, if that is the word
for what he does, or does not do.

Even the season is wrong for him.
In all his manifestations, is it not warm and slightly humid?
Is this not implied by his serene expression,
that smile so wide it wraps itself around the waist of the universe?

But here we are, working our way down the driveway,
one shovelful at a time.
We toss the light powder into the clear air.
We feel the cold mist on our faces.
And with every heave we disappear
and become lost to each other
in these sudden clouds of our own making,
these fountain-bursts of snow.

This is so much better than a sermon in church,
I say out loud, but Buddha keeps on shoveling,
This is the true religion, the religion of snow,
and sunlight and winter geese barking in the sky,
I say, but he is too busy to hear me.

He has thrown himself into shoveling snow
as if it were the purpose of existence,
as if the sign of a perfect life were a clear driveway
you could back the car down easily
and drive off into the vanities of the world
with a broken heater fan and a song on the radio.

All morning long we work side by side,
me with my commentary
and he inside the generous pocket of his silence,
until the hour is nearly noon
and the snow is piled high all around us;
then, I hear him speak.

After this, he asks,
can we go inside and play cards?

Certainly, I reply, and I will heat some milk
and bring cups of hot chocolate to the table
while you shuffle the deck,
and our boots stand dripping by the door.

Aaah, says the Buddha, lifting his eyes
and leaning for a moment on his shovel
before he drives the thin blade again
deep into the glittering white snow.

I feel much more Buddha-like than usual, as I've succumbed to a sinus infection. I'm taking codeine cough syrup at night, which gives me weird dreams but makes me feel tranquil in between the coughing fits that go on every time I awaken. I'm taking another cough medicine during the day when I can; it has a drowsiness warning and I'm not supposed to take it when I might have to drive anywhere. But I haven't been driving much of anywhere. I haven't been doing all the Christmas errands. I haven't even done the laundry that's piling up. I'm just sitting here and reading whatever comes to hand, in a tranquil and oddly silent way, since for a few days I had complete laryngitis and now have only an edge of a voice.

I would like it to be vacation already, so there would be someone home to play cards with! It's interesting to feel such calm at such a busy time of year. Who would like some of my calm? Here. Sit down. Look into my i's.

10 comments:

Harriet M. Welsch said...

I love it. Although no tossing of light powder into the clear air for us. We'll be trudging with heavy loads of wet snow. I hope you're feeling better soon. Sinus infections are the worst. Few things make me feel as useless.

Harriet M. Welsch said...

I love it. Although no tossing of light powder into the clear air for us. We'll be trudging with heavy loads of wet snow. I hope you're feeling better soon. Sinus infections are the worst. Few things make me feel as useless.

Jenny said...

I love Billy Collins. Thanks for sharing, and I'm sorry you're feeling crappy! When I have sinus problems, it helps me to do compresses on my forehead - hot for three minutes, then cold for three minutes, and so forth. Hope you feel better soon!

Kim (Sophisticated Dorkiness) said...

I love this poem. We had a giant snowstorm last night -- 15 to 19 inches -- so there are a lot of people out shoveling. I'm more of the stay inside person myself, so I'll be in reading and catching up on blog projects. After I e-mail in a big paper this afternoon, I'm taking the day off in honor of the snow day :)

I hope you feel better, it's no fun to be sick!

Care said...

I would wish you good health and a speedy recovery but it sounds like you are enjoying yourself and your time just fine.

Andrew Santella said...

Thank you for this. Shoveling is not so bad when you get a poem in return. I like the bit about driving "off into the vanities of the world with a broken heater fan and a song on the radio." I hope you're feeling better soon.

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lemming said...

At the risk of being original, I too like this poem quite a bit.

I dread driving in the snow - it is truly the stuff of my worst nightmares. Though I'd rather be walking to school every morning, at least I had electricity all day.

I'm looking into your isss

Jeanne said...

Thanks for all the good wishes! By the time I have the energy to write about it, I'm already feeling better. I'm less tranquil and more like my usual loud and vituperative self every day...

Anonymous said...

My husband says he can't shovel snow because he gets a sinus infection whenever he does. Everytime he says this, I lower my chin, raise one eyebrow, lower the other and say mmm-hmmm, then go out and do the shoveling. Now I read this lovely poem and you mention sinus problems and I think to myself, hmmmmmm, maybe there's something to this!