Poem: A Moment In an Idle Mind

 

A Moment In an Idle Mind

 

dust bunnies lie,

fuzzy against the almond-bamboo floor,

a little too 'pubic hair' in their look--

and creepy while a spider

sews with the calm of a nun

looming her vestibule.

if this is zen it’s flawed,

a frantic product of my nerves,

i who wonders if the spider is as lonely

as my desperate eyes,

i who thinks

the tuffs of dust,

which grace the pure extension of the almond,

could be as peopled with mites as planets.

later, a sly glance of sunlight

defrocks the callous illusion

and points me toward a broom.

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