Dogs 2005

TOUCHSTONE
(10/5/05)


I guess
it's a reflection
on my upbringing
my proclivities
idiosyncrasies
and general predilection
to place inordinate value
upon the pedestrian
and commonplace
because
when I need
to get centered
anywhere
anyplace
anytime
I find the nearest
parking lot
with which
to commune

something about
the concrete
asphalt
or just plain gravel
causes great waves
of calm and well-being
to wash over me
telling me
yes
I am at one
with the strange
and wonderful
universe

work
is where I most
feel the need
for lot meditation
as I sit
in a windowless room
for the majority
of my waking hours
with the nearest sunlight
only present in passing
internet frames
on my monitor

I'll sneak away
escape out the front door
and walk that wondrous sidewalk
to the recently resurfaced
car corral
to clear my nasal passages
with petroleum effluent odors
place my hand
on a weathered
cement driveway marker
and feel the earth
spin a new center
about my position
of contentment

for I am
not only
on the parking lot
in front of our building
but I am standing upon
the parking lot universal
linked ethereally to every other
such similar structure
across the globe
and possibly
the cosmos

I return
regretfully
to the building
my office
my desk
but notice
I have tracked in
a bit of leaked motor oil
upon the pristine carpet

I smile
as I feel
my sanctuary
expanding
to all I touch
with my
insanity