The Christmas before
this one that just passed
A friend gave me a gift
and slipped away fast.
She made me a zen garden
with sand and smooth stones.
With tools in hand,
I sat at my workstation, alone.
With the rake, I made lines.
Then, I sculpted a spiral or two.
Stress melted away.
I missed phone calls too.
Lost in my thoughts
of rearranging sand.
I cared little about the world’s demands.
From that point on, is when things went wild.
My boss entered the room.
To my surprise, he did not say:
“Pack your desk…You’re fired!”
Nonetheless, he had to add his two cents.
He inquired, “Is that a litter box? Or, an ashtray?”
I silently replied.
I spoke in my head.
I gave him a look.
Still, he failed to drop dead.
The next day my co-workers started to redecorate my
rectangle of tranquility.
I found pennies…from heaven? I wondered.
I found bottle caps too.
Then, a guy named “Happy” brought me a specimin
from the prehistoric zoo.
A dinosaur feared
by all on the land.
Set loose in my zen garden,
kickin’ up the sand.
He wears a pair of headphones
and dances to the beat
vibrations from his invisible iPod
drive him to shake, and oh yes…eat.
He feasts on little cows and piggies
while he spins around gettin’ jiggy.