I sit in lotus pose to peel
Awareness, trying to reveal
The stillness of my mental lake,
But all I see’s a frothy wake
Behind my pinball consciousness.
I notice I am hooked to play,
To paddle focus back its way
So it can bounce around a screen
And give me shots of dopamine,
Rewarding all my haziness.
I give up, get up, sigh and peer
Into the dusty vista here
That’s misty on the winter morns
And noisy with the traffic horns
Announcing all our cluelessness.