Taking a Shot at Mindfulness

An unskilled acolyte of Buddha drives
Among the rolling hills, and tries to make
What he is seeing, walls of corn his own height
High and roly-poly soybean plants, in
Fields which run on out of sight, the only
Things he has in mind. "Be where you
Are," he tells himself, and mauls each
Farmhouse, every patch of trees
Surrounding every creek, with
Desperate and unruly eyes. He comes
Home happy with himself, for having
Been where he had been more often
Than he was with who he'd hoped to
Leave behind.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-29 at 23:46

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