a memory-poem of my paternal grandfather, Hap Owen, Sr. (1919-2014)
He asked me,
as if looking
for one definitive moment in time:
How did Zen begin?
I pondered the matter a moment.
"Some say it started with a flower held up in the air,
but you can't rely on formulas.
Zen man Ikkyu
by the sound
of a squawking crow."