Grandma's hands

 

 

“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”

—	Alan Watts

.Bless You.

 

 

 

 

Today is full of sighs

No satisfaction
 

It is full of long bus rides

Full of people and none see

Me
 

I just want to get to my seat

Watch the road blur by

Listen to the music in my ears
 

It is a deep hallowed feeling

And those cant be fixed

They just go away sometimes
 

Feeling shitty
 

But feeling shitty about that too

Because I have no right to feel so shitty
 

I inhale and wait for the tickling in my nose to release

I sneeze all over the bare ditch in my arm

And on the window too
 

The Mexican kid in front of me, takes one ear bud out
 

From his head
 

and turns to me

And says, “Bless you”.
 

I can’t really hear him because of the music

But his lips were enough
 

“Thank you”. I say grinning.
 

I woulda cried had I let myself be overcome

I’m not religious

But boy it sure does feel good

To be blessed.

Still tired. Still learning.