James Moore Poet Narrative

Mowing as Meditation

I’ve written about it before
Because it’s just so interesting
The way the mind works doing mindless chores
As I zigzag in and out of trees mowing the arboretum.

Sometimes there’s a pattern I follow.
But usually, it’s a sporadic dance
Of split second decisions
Weaving around as the moment dictates.

Then sometimes something rare happens,
Or rather doesn’t happen,
And I find myself completely out of mind
Mindlessly mowing, turning and twisting in random motion.

And it’s in these rare moments
That I find freedom,
Or at least get a taste,
Of what it’s really like to be free.

I catch myself then of course,
And return to some semblance of mindful mowing,
I am after all merely human
Human all too human.

(7/6/24)

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