Zen and the Chocolate Croissant
Of a Saturday Morning
I saw a car out in the drive
Man with an orange coat in it
No matter, we get these U turns frequently
Yet hung upon the kitchen door a bag
Within a box, within four …
Sugar powdered, waning moons
Someone who knows my address
A church friend for sure
But from whom no matter
Chocolate croissants,
I’d been Jones’n for one all week
So special, so baked, so gifted
I decided to take one Oryoki style
My knees don’t do full lotus anymore
Shakuhachi flourish makyo
First bite, meets teeth
Tongue and saliva
No chocolate in this pointed end
Powdered taste buds sugar on my lips
Oh for the wonder of Zazen
Simple in the mind restraint control
Argument with my brother takes a back seat
Good to know what’s important: Chocolate Croissant
The second bite brown joy
There is the chocolate flake crust shell
Cold and softness pudding in my mouth
Cold black coffee bitter the balance
The third bite
Is greater than the first two
Yet not as great as either
Getting what one expects defies its expectation
Half done is well begun
I’ll save the other half for tomorrow
Oh for the wonder of Zazen
Cold black coffee bitter the balance
