Zen Living

Birdsongs that sound like the steady determined tapping
of a shoemaker’s hammer,
or of a sculptor making tiny ball-peen dents in a silver plate,
wake me this morning. Is it possible the world itself can be happy? The calico cat
stretches her long body out across the top of my computer monitor,
yawning, its little primitive head a cave of possibility.
And I’m ready again
to try and see accidents, the over and over patterns
of double-slit experiments a billionfold
repeated before me. If I had great patience,
I could try to count the poplar, birch and oak
leaves in their shifting welter outside my bedroom window
or the almost infinitesimal trails of thought that flash and flash
everywhere, as if decaying particles inside a bubble chamber,
windshield raindrops, lake ripples. However,
instead I go to fry some bacon, crack two eggs
into the cast-iron skillet that’s even older than this house,
and on the calendar (each month another oriental fan
where the climbing solitary is dwarfed . . . or on dark blue oceans
minuscular fishing boats bob beneath gigantic waves)
X out the days, including those I’ve forgotten.

Dick Allen

*Side Note*

Tomorrow afternoon form 3-7 PM I would love to have you as a guest at Infinity Wellness Omaha. The Ladies who launch Omaha will be having a PamperYourself Event, just in time for the holidays! As a dude, events like this are great. No fussing about at the mall looking for parking, wandering around Lululemon getting “distractedAll your holiday shopping treats in one spot, in and out – simple. I look forward to seeing you there!

CultFit Fall

8 Comments on “Zen Living”

  1. Maia says:

    I think you can X out what you thought it was… … …
    and ✓ ’seeing. the world itself is happy. =)

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