Canto CCXIII

The mind is like a muscle or a jaw,
you just down know how long you’ve had it tensed
until it slackens, like it did right now

when I was frying vegetables and sensed
that all that I was doing could be done
without all of this aggro, or intent,

as if I was a fly, constantly stunned
from butting hard against a sheet of glass,
who suddenly found the bloody thing opened

by some benevolent titan or goddess
giving me back to the wind’s highway,
the elements’ plaything, aloof and aimless

until the next window gets in my way.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Apr 06, 2012 @ 00:07:07

    There is drawing of a fly on a blank page of my Zen book…could it be the same one?

    Reply

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