Sometimes
Sometimes it doesn’t take much
to change your mood to good again.
Look for the absurd or the surreal -
they’re not the same thing.
Look for the oxymora of space
and time travelling down a street
in a busy London or New York City.
Then tell me you can have a bad day
after seeing a Buddhist monk
in his full length sheet, his head
shaved, aerodynamic, cutting the wind
and sailing along softly, almost floating
in his shiny black Florscheims
moving to the jingle of coins tinkling
a ridiculous little ditty from a pocket,
concealed somewhere under that sheet.