The zen center.

by Dan Larimer

I call, it rings, I can’t get on through. Wait, hold up, let’s try something new.

A mighty big choice, so many to pick from. Brain freeze, panic, is this really that dumb?

No, it’s good, it helps me a lot. A batch of hot coffee, sitting in the pot. 

I shake hands, say hey, and head to a room. Ready to talk about last weeks doom.

I talk, I stutter, my chair squeaks and bends. Don’t worry there fellow, these are all your friends.

Steps on the wall, framed and hung. Its been a long while, I speak in different tongue. 

They clap, we pray, and head on outside. Hi, my names Bill W, do you need a ride?

Generous man, I can see it in his face. Yep, for sure, I’m in the right place.