The daily nightmares
keep coming
like them always have
like they always will:
dead animals
in the road,
endless scams,
both virtual
and in-your-face,
watching the
worthless
and the evil
scooping up
goodies,
age after age,
and of course,
like Siddhartha
said: sickness,
old age,
and death.
But
there are moments
that present
themselves
nearly everywhere
that often go
unlived
even though
they offer us what
we’ve really been
looking for
all along.
This morning
after feeding
the cats, I put
the water pot
on the burner
to to make
coffee. I was
in a hurry to
go and cancel
my credit card
after that “free
CBC oil you only
pay shipping
scam.” But after
preparing my cup,
one of
my black cats
jumped up on
the kitchen
table and cried
like she does
when she wants to
jump in my lap;
so I plopped down
in the chair
sipped my coffee
as she purred and
made biscuits with
her paws against
my chest. Slow sip
after sip, sitting
there in the semi-
dark, and feeling
each breath,
I realized
that there was
nowhere I’d rather
be and no
greater
moment
to be sought.
— Fyodor Bukowski
