A Moment of Zen
By Ashley O’Hare
When the clouds roll in
and the grass is coated in dew
you’ll find me on the front porch;
a book in one hand, tea in the other.
Photos cannot completely capture
the moment my stress evaporates.
It happens subtly— a gradual release of pressure.
Relaxation cannot be quantified or measured.
I cannot simply store my worries in crates.
I can strive to ignore things that bring no pleasure,
but the process makes my mind bothered.
So I destroy the bad memories with a torch,
hoping with all my heart to forget you
and soak up my moment of zen.
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