
“Patch of Zen” by Charles Pitter
Literature, PoetryPropelling herself forward, but looking back at her life
She wished she’d lived it
Effortlessly
Had cut through things
Peacefully
As cool and free-flowing as
Lebowski on a good day
Instead, an intricate substitution of spontaneity
Got her into unfortunate neurotic-types-of trouble
(It seemed a good idea at the time)
So inevitably her face fell frowning
Trying to force things the way she wanted
Scrabbling round with secrets and lies
Squashing out all the love
That was naturally inside anyway
When all along it was within,
As she was,
Her own patch of Zen