It may be that life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.
—Sherwood Anderson
You’re in the everydayness of it,
stuck in the human groove,
the endless refrain.
It really is difficult
to keep going—
what with the cats trying to speak,
the daylilies dying
in full view of the kitchen window
and the half-hidden bed of dandelions
that the mower missed.
It’s like that with us—
negotiating
fault lines
between the miraculous
and the mundane.
How else could you do it?
This daydream,
this trick of the mind.
We can’t all be Gurus
of the Moment, Masters
of the Now.
Better to join the mortal troop
if only for the comfort
of a good grooming.
Nirvana must be
Allow me
my tribal nature, my pedestrian habits.
In all my lemmingness—
let me be
one of them.