‘The Buddha compares his teaching to the rainfall that descends without discrimination on the earth. That this rain causes some seeds to grow into flowers and some into great trees implies no difference in the rain but rather is due to the capacities of the seeds that it nurtures. Thus, the teaching of the Buddha is of a single flavor but benefits beings in a variety of ways according to their capacity.’

- Donald S. Lopez, Jr., Buddhism in Practice.

I should have been more server-like;
should have asked how you liked your eggs
and with what type of cheese;
should have asked if you preferred
regular or decaf
– room for sugar or cream;
should have wrote down your order
in a small notebook already always
stored in the back pocket of my heart:

to never marry, to become
a marine biologist, to never
be labeled, to open your own
café, to never have children.

Instead, I was the lone patron
reading from Lorca
in the back corner
of a mom-and-pop diner
where eye contact was made
with a bearded man who,
when not staring at me,
stared silently
at his wife and children,
neither smiling nor frowning,
from across the table.
Forks and knives between them.

Instead, I was the lone patron
wishing to be a single puddle formed
on a side street
from the rainfall in Portugal
that you happened to catch
your reflection in.

—  The Rainfall in Portugal, J.