It was going to happen
before everyone woke up.
Either I’d walk to the beach
and sit facing the ocean sunrise
or I’d sit on the balcony,
right outside our room,
but By God I told myself
I am going to sit.
And then my kids woke each other up
kicking one another,
shrieking in the middle of the night.
Four times this happened last night.
So as Dawn made her golden appearance
although my eyes perceived the sign
and my soul was eager to answer
my body and mind were exhausted
and so I simply turned over.
No morning sit.
I borrowed my daughter’s tulsi mala,
sat at the breakfast table with my family
in a crowded restaurant
everyone chowing down
on the breakfast buffet…
And while my left hand wielded a fork,
spearing honeydew, cantaloupe, and watermelon,
my right hand sat under the table on my knee,
moving bead after bead between my fingers
Yeshe Walmo’s protector mantram 108 times.
In an imperfect world
I must come to realize that no circumstances
When attempting to maintain
a meditation practice on vacation
I must come to realize
that a breakfast buffet
night be all the meditation I will have in the day.
So let every bead count.