Ghazal (in the moment)
Buddha sits under the Bodhi tree, Om Shanti Om, in the moment.
In his wake I train my body and my mind: I am in the moment.
Birthdays, deadlines, bills, traffic halts, clocks all count tic-toc-tic-toc.
Inhale exhale on the mat, determined, to stay, goddamn, in the moment.
He invites himself in with a stare she cannot hold.
In her blink, he sneers. Love a sham in the moment.
Railroad tracks scar the land, infect with their clackety-clack and black flack.
Natives of the soil retreat to sacred home, a wigwam, in the moment.
Factory bells and movie chimes: cacophonic soundtracks of our lives.
Overtime wins over play, we overload, cram in the moment.
Your eyes linger on another as your breath tickles my ear.
Alone, your nakedness begs, "How may I please you, ma’am?” in the moment.
The world is an oyster oozing opportunities. Standing
at the crossroads, feet melting in the macadam, in the moment.
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Everything must be done, on the ashram, in the moment.
Bonds, stocks, IRAs, 401ks: futures as far-fetched as Batman. Gunshots
ring louder than college degrees through Gotham in each moment.
Hush little Lychee, don’t you cry. Listen. Birds, wind, voices:
a lullaby; the universe sings its telegram in each moment.