As I want to write
about something positive,
probably more productive,
my mind dives deeper
into dark images of pain,
abuse, and despair.
This is like a defeatist
with hope of a better, impossible future
So how about this?
The local down town street.
Saturday morning was bustling
like bees in a hive, parents and kids
swerving in and out of shops.
Zen, on the other hand, ensconced
on a school painted bus stop bench,
hoping for a rainstorm.
Life was crappy,
He hadn’t found a job,
no girlfriend or even a pet.
A bus quickly passed by.
‘son of a bitch, that’s my bus,’
Zen whispered as a banner ad
for the 15th Dali Lama caught his eye.
The picture was like listening to Zen’s problems
in 1/60 of a second, telling him
not to worry, you’ll get a pet soon.
Zen took heed of this wisdom and noticed
a pet store across the street.
Instantly he bolted up
and walked onto the road.
He breathed in the entirety if the scene,
couples, families, individuals
enjoying themselves first and foremost,
walking around doing whatever errands second.
And then the rain started. The water
beading on his forehead,
dripping of his short hair,
felt good, refreshing.
Sudden honking
quickly stirred Zen out of this daze
to narrowly miss getting creamed
by a yellow checkered taxi. A young woman,
pretty and slender,
cared for a puppy
in her pet store as she witnesses this,
slapping her hands to her mouth
with an ‘oh no!’
Zen completed his dodge
with the attractive lady in his eyes,
happy that he lived
and would meet her in a minute,
wanting very much to get to know her,
then getting crushed by a travel bus in the other lane.
By: Mathias Berlin
