Meditation #27

Coming out of the Target store
you find it’s finally pouring

after a day of threat overhead.
People are pissed and cursing the sky,

but don’t bother running to the car,
although you’re in a T-shirt.

Take a moment
to get loose

right in front of your neighbors.
Walk slowly enough to soak down

your big broad belly
and let yourself shiver.

We’re all shoppers at some point.
Forget the things you didn’t find in there:

the perfect jacket, your hair gel
of choice, answers to your prayers

for satisfaction and peace…
get wet as a seal, wet as a duck,

wet as the parking lot.
You’ll never find a thing anywhere

as free as not being
afraid to look stupid

in front of a herd of sheep,
even if you’re mostly a sheep yourself.

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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