Yes, it’s minimalist, but after all that’s gone before, it’s time for a little rest between the lines. Thank you for reading and I hope you’re writing your own Zenkus whenever you feel the spirit and inspiration of the word upon you. And, as usual, celebrate, friends, and enjoy. Oh, and also, Happy St. Patrick’s Day – boiled cabbage, boiled bacon, and boiled potatoes with a pint of Guinness and an Irish Pipe Band to see it down – what could be better? Don’t answer that.
Crows bully us awake from
their trees and magpies sing
us to dreams from our grass
What earthly things will
you miss? Rain and grass,
the breeze. My ocean
Sometimes I dream symphonies
and artworks. They’re
real. They’re gone
Talking to yourself?
Slow down, take
your time, relax
Humidity lifts like
old wallpaper slowly
reluctantly in a swelter
The wind-blown newspaper
of sad bad stories
tears around the block
One drip per breath
then two three more
The parsimonious shower
Despite everything
in some moments
there is peace
Midday heat at
midnight even the
stars are sweating
The good moon
rising surely slowly
How lovely to sleep
There is always room
for more relaxation
Go ahead and spread
Sirens and babies wailing
Dogs and cats misbehaving
Full moon
Warm legs
Cold arms
Half baked
The burnt night sky
after lightning strikes
sewing heaven and earth
Zen Kettle 