ohheyian

I chase my thoughts around the yard
they look like little animals
familiar but not identifiable
quick adorable frustrating
hiding in the shadows
sprinting through the sun
one bites me when I look away
another takes my food
I meditate in the yard
in the center of the grass
“I am zen,” I say
the animals bite me
“this is only what I make it,” I say
their little teeth hurt
soon it’s night again
I am too exhausted to give chase
the animals are tired too
I lay there in the dark
they push against me for warmth
“I’ll catch you tomorrow,” I say
but their bites still hurt
“tomorrow’s Friday,” I say
“I’ll catch you on Monday.”