Tulku Toddler (for Camby Dennings)

Camby Dennings …. a metallic sounding name…

before his mother knew she was pregnant, she

had a dream of driving in Nepal over narrow

mountain highways in a jeep. The sheer drop

on one side of the narrow, unpaved road didn’t

scare her as the jeep Buster Keatoned its way

down the mountain. When she woke up next 

morning, there was fog, and she heard a chorus 

of owls in the trees outside her house.

There were signs at Camby’s birth,,,the doctor

shit himself, which was completely inexplicable,

given that he was English. Camby squirted out 

like he was on a water slide….he opened his eyes

and looked around…his expression was: “Do I get

a candy for this…ok…how’s about a tit?”

His face is open…absorbing like a sponge, because,

poet that he is, his first task is to re-absorb his own 

creation. He already has confidence

that he will be taken care of, so, his only task is to

go forward. Even now he is not here for himself…

even now he is here only for everyone else…this is 

what he’s trained for for many lives…this is his 

continuous path….to spread love with his baby face,

’till he grows up and kicks ass.