At Breakfast
At breakfast
I sit at a table with a man
who looks like an old chimpanzee
face long, beard grey
sporty blue driving cap on his head.
There is much experience in his face
of a life that has been worn away.
Like a woman I steal glances
and absorb it all in an instant.
I look beyond him.
On the wall above his head
a quilt of prayers hangs.
One proclaims, “May all beings find joy.”
And I think instead, “May all beings find Waldo.”
cracking myself up
amid the still and somber silence
of retreat.
(originally published in my 2nd book of poems and stories, LITTLE PINE, 2016)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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