Waiting in his garden abode
watching the comings and goings
blessed in his peace
his eyes gaze forward
as the flowing jasmine crowns the mind.
Years pass by and he finds and gives
a calm to those who happen upon
the soul of the post and green flowing wall,
solitary is his game
being is his name.
Nestled in the jasmine
the scent lay heavy on the air
without a care we walk quietly by
more entranced with star like blooms
he says nothing as we move on
resting in his spot
a regular in this place.