I used to get high on life,
but I’ve built up a tolerance.
It continues to pass by and through,
whether I drive or eat or sleep
and/or bark and whine like the good dog I can be,
multi-tasking as usual –
head and eyes lowered so I can simultaneously
peer at the mini-people and events
and notes and announcements
making appearances on my phone and
laptop,
while I wait and bark at live
and recorded storylines
about reasons and options and choices
and fee schedules and interpretations
of motives,
or I can open the blinds in front of my desk,
take in bits of freshly brewed divine coffee
that distract my overactive brain,
and watch my local squirrels and birds duke it out
for space in trees.
They appear to relish their present moment
in what passes as time
better than I have ever been able to
and appear far better adjusted than I am
to life on life’s terms.
Not so interested in all the
distractions this life can offer,
like the wrong foods or bad choices
in friendships or lovers.
I am hoping there is still time
for me to learn.
I offer my window
a prayer of gratitude
for bringing me into the light.
