hours and hours
since our votes were cast
Counting takes time.
Any preschooler or store clerk
could tell you that.
Counting
Not even counting but
Waiting
while someone else
Counts.
birds and the shadows of birds
is a line of a poem
which flew in my window
and nestled in my lap
while I was meditating
or if I wasn’t meditating
I was at least sitting still
in flickering sunlight birds and the shadows of birds
is a line of a poem I
may never finish
seven counted syllables
the middle of a haiku
while I sit and breathe
not looking, not listening to news
Puff Of Smoke Poems 