Dizzying Compression
Mounting
Beneath
Behind
Independently Orbiting eyes
Pressing against
my Forehead
Like kernels of Corn
About to Pop
Into full
Golden-white splendor

Aches & Pains
Abounding
Fevers, chills
Resolving
Leaving Now
Behind
Their subtly Unequivocal
Memento Mori
Like a weeklong’s
Hum-Over
The meditation bowl’s
Singing
My vulnerability
To self-fugue’s
Ecstasies and Afflictions

Having known
Refuge
In Erin’s
Influenza
Denying reality
Of Self-Evasion
Like unpaid taxes
The IRS is sure to come aknockn’
We eventually learn
Not to repeat our mistakes

Living
Presently
In the moment
In the world
To which I belong
Feeling it’s a Good
And Right place
With conspicuously
Less Retreat
Than
Intermittent Foray
Into Camps
of Workable joy & Cradling melancholy

A place in heaven
Here on Earth
Feels like the world’s Peace
Is Sitting on my Shoulders