Beginner’s Mind.
Start from scratch.
Do not assume where the mind is headed
It just might go to yesterday’s burnt chicken thighs.
Half an hour, the difference between triumph
....and failure!
Now I’ll have to brave the market and face the crowds,
They’re hoarding gluten-free bread and toilet paper,
For their season of discontent and Netflix
Reading about Tom and Rita’s lovely virus.
I am not sure why everyone’s in a state,
About a state that’s never permanent,
And why should it be?
It’s frittered away in the good times,
Therapised in the bad, with doctors and faith healers and snake oil.
Mostly snake oil.
Well, snake oil is fun,
Maybe I’ll try it for dinner.
Carla Sarett, April 2020
6 comments:
I am laughing aloud. May I forward this to friends in the poetry world? Yeah, of course, I answer myself...besides, it's April.
Daniel forward away, my friend!
Snake oil for dinner! Maybe just the snake?
Ha ha Jud!
No one but no one has your quirky brilliant sensibility that fascinates, entertains and makes me laugh out loud. You had me with the chicken thigh. Another masterpiece -
Barbara Glazier-Robinson
Thanks Barbara!
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