sometimes it looks like the sky is really far away, and sometimes I forget what the ground feels like under my feet

we raised a toast
to unexpected shiney-eyed
heartshell wrecking balls.
there are bazookas being held here,
with their sights set on egogames.
there are triggerhappy people, too,
who tiptoe around sidelines that are made
just for fun.
I’m learnin’ the twostep o’ the lifedance,
the anatomy of buddhist minds,
or hearts,
the difference is hard to tell sometimes,
on our better days, at least.

there are somatic songs being played,
their strings being plucked by the hurricanes of phenomena.
there is a perfect white picket fence around my heart.
my yard is well kept.
I’ve got flowers and cute little statues
for the neighbors to admire,
but I never let them in.
I’m too afraid they’ll rearrange my furniture,
and I don’t trust their sense for feng shui.

I’m learnin’ the twostep o’ the lifedance,
it’s different then the one-two punches
of the boxing matches I’m used to.
it’s different then my rotary lawnmower
and spade.
I fear I’m steppin’ on toes
and my toes are already blue and sore.
I’m considering squaredancing instead.