MEMOIR OF A DAY

 

I wake up heavy this morning

to a day uncertain

problems and desires

and some pain

.

I awake to having nothing

being nobody

somewhat old

and a little lonely

.

It’s 52 degrees in the room

although I’m kept fairly warm

where I lay flat

by a black cat

* * *

I feed seagulls on my way to coffee

some crows among them

then a couple of pigeon

lined up before my vision

.

They groom and rest

but some will fly up far

and dive back to where I stand

like a shooting star

* * *

I hand out things as I drive on

hats gloves windbreakers

and a felt tip marker pen

to write their cardboard signs

.

Hand sanitizer is a new gift

because people say they’re dirty

thus I can shake their hands now

for they’re an other me

.

I noticed they talk to themselves

but don’t we all

so next I’ll give out blue-tooth

to make them look good

.

They appreciate the gifts I give

and the preach for who’s to blame

but what makes them happy the most

is when I yell out their name

* * *

I enter quietly into the coffee shop

walk slowly thinking

yet intense and aware

as if following a calling

.

A barista throws a beetle outside

she says they’re an infestation

as I ask her to look within

at what’s deep inside

.

She comes to a still like a rock

fly in her eyes million spark

unaware of her shivering lips

and the blows of my heart

.

I get goose bumps at her presence

understand attraction since

she doesn’t want to say good by

and neither do I

* * *

At work three sisters knock on the door

they say follow Jesus and God

but I ask what they follow

and if it isn’t love

.

They say he’s the only true messenger

yet I must bow to all teachers

for I’ve seen joy and beauty

in all creatures

* * *

After work I stop at a tool store

a man I see almost lost

asks my opinion what

to buy but not in trust

.

I ask do you really need it

he says not too bad

pointing out to my hand

if what I had

.

One I say is a snow shovel

other a rain poncho

to help the ones on the road

and to say hello

.

He seems to know where he’s going

the pale man now looks vivid

as everyone watches

he does what I did

* * *

Later I meet people of all kind

when playing ping pong

my cleaner gets stolen

but I may be wrong

.

I’m angry at first

then I calm down

where I envision a gift

held by everyone

.

There is a package not too thick

wrapped in wizards with magic stick

inside a bottle with sponge tip

on it says paddle cleaner

.

So I’ll work harder I say

to buy more for friends

though some call me crazy

as if I’m in a trance

* * *

I  come home late again

52 degrees in bed

and the frig is empty

except some bird bread

.

Sleep doesn’t come too easily

but hoping I’ll dream of that

as I curl up in the purr

of a black cat

* * *

You know how I live now

not much more I should say

except to wish you a happy new year

like in a child’s pray

.

I wish not to slice time in chunks

otherwise now is never near

‘cause when you go back a year

each day is a new year

.

I know life is hard

but please don’t worry

for self remains untouched

and you’ll know when ready

* * *

This poem is written

in memory of Sri Poonja

and his teacher called

Maharshi Ramana

.

The message is to see beauty

within all feelings

then there’s Love and Peace

among all beings

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PS:

I’ve been up day and night

to understand what life is about

and I’ve been sharing it with you

from the bottom of my heart

.

Through time appear

those who want to help you

and the ones speak of love

when there’s fame and money

.

Yet we must forgive all

for they know not what they do

‘cause what remains at the end

is pure peace and beauty

.

Tomorrow may be too late

for friends lovers or mom

thus we must cherish the living

as already gone

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