Sunday Sundries

5/29/2022 Fogginess

Sitting Again
Con/Jur/d, 5/29/2022

Up before everyone else
quick canned oatmilk latte 
with reishi, lion’s mane
to shake the fog
from the night
before still
lingering

between dreams of dreaming
and the false ‘I’ we call awake
trying not to disturb The Sleepers
who are at least being honest with
themselves, take the camp chair in

the corner
by the wooden porch rail, settling
in with headphones and their captured
zazen bell, partially screening the riot
of bullfrogs, peepers, snorting bucks
and early worm hunters, settling in

confronting the usual day plans
the emails mistakenly read, giving
up deeper, deeper, and deeper
landing in the nothing calm
the tractionless traction
and become

the loud scritching scratch
and just there, so fast 
barely notice

differentiate between inside and out
eyes open, a few inches away
a red-breasted nuthatch
attacking my glasses

You notice
their eyes are open
so with a final loud nut crack
you fling away their disappointing
bifurcated branch
and with a sharp
scolding fly 
quickly 
away. 

Plans keep changing — time while traveling becomes elastic — I just remembered I have teisho to attend in less than an hour

All morning I knew it was Sunday — while putting up the sails I completely forgot

Off to do

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 5/29/2022