I spoke with a barista the other day.
Since the shop was empty (as most
Still are) we got to chatting. I learned
That she is a musician and currently
Working on recording another album.
I told her I wrote a book of poetry a
Few years back. She asked me what
I write about: I couldn’t really say. I
Took my espresso and went outside.
I sat at a table and began a short
Story about god-awful things I prefer
Not mention. Then I was struck by
An idea – I’ll just write a poem and
Give it to her. As I walk home I
Realize (once again) I gave the only
Copy away: I reflect on all the times
In my life I have done so. But it
Passes quickly. I began to think of
All of my encounters with ephemeral
Beauty (and I am neither the porcupine,
Nor the car). It was a really good day:
One can aspire to embody the calm
essence of graceful impermanence.