A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

SING THE TIGER
(11/9/11)


we fall
into
our little
diurnal prayers
of habit
over time
unaware

we curse
the drudgery
not understanding
that repetition
monotony
eventually
frees us
from those
imprisoning
thoughts

how weird
to realize
that our routines
have been spinning
solid wheels
of worship
for all
of these
years

holy
by attrition
we retire
to our personal
cloisters
of awakening

living
the same
day

breathing
the same
breath

until
we finally
get it
right