Suddenly there was only the kettle
Sitting against a backdrop of red,
a bright orange-red of the temple,
glinting in the sun, by the door.
I sit on the floor
so I can see from its perspective.
Feet passing by.
Incense wafting up in smoke from the pyre.
When was the last time someone picked it up?
Who was the last person to polish it,
or make tea?
Who drank the tea?
The kettle looks like a warrior,
a thick never-left ghost, and it bellows
a history of use. Which was the kettle
that came before it and how many
centuries back in time,
and who are the novice monks
that use it to be of service?
(I have never seen novice monks here).
And if this kettle
then what else?