Enlightenment

 

When they got to the part about enlightenment,

I knew I wanted it — extinction

of desire, I wanted that too. White

 

lies, of course, but they just might pave the way

to Truth, or to the Way itself, the right

approach to heaven. So I sat all day,

 

med-i-tat-ing, watching my breath — not jinxing

myself with self. A small price to pay

for one more merit badge, one more brass ring.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

March 2021

 

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